Sitting in the beach,
Playing with the waves,
Hugging myself with the trees sway.
Lying down in the mud,
Watching the sunrise,
And suddenly driving into a state of boketto.
Oh ocean... How is that you do magic to our hearts
And drive us to a unknown world.
©veerakanellore_bhavana
#trees
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oxygen cylinder?
पतझड़ में मेरे पत्तों से चिढ़़कर
उसनें मुझे आंगन से कटवाया था।
और आज अस्पताल में Oxygen cylinder लेने,
वह हरी पत्तियों जैसा कुछ (पैसा) लाया था।
बहुत पछताया मैं उसे देख कर,
यह मेंने क्या कर दिया,
घना वृक्ष था मैं उसके आंगन का,
कटने से पहले, Oxygen का पैसा लेना भुल गया।
©leakingheart -
Nature
There lies a world
Apart from ours
Opposing this hectic schedule
Where the rustling leaves dwell.
The wind cries
Not in pain but in awe
Of the silence of
This beautiful picturesque of nature.
©cav_lc -
Nature Call...
It was friday night. I sat on the revolving chair looking at clock dejected and waiting for it to complete 8.30. Fifty minutes more. I'm not much into the office meetings which are not technical at all. But, the situations made me to involve in 'em.
Out of the blue, my mobile started vibrating and flashing my uncle's name. I didn't lift for the first time. I lifted when it vibrated again for third time thinking it was an urgent one. "We are going to a nearby waterfalls around 100 kms with family on bikes and you are coming", he said and drop as if my opinion doesn't matter anymore to him. On bikes made me tempted and I agreed.
Next day morning, I looked at the same clock but this time with excitement. The time was 6. It was full foggy morning. I asked my bike ,"boy ready for race?". I can hear his very-confident, excited yesssssss as a reply in the sound of raising accelerator. Within a no time, with more excitement I started riding my boy. Even though, it was around 10,000th km on my bike, I felt it was my first kilometer.
"The trees around made me to believe that I am not a human being anymore but a tree amongst 'em.
They are welcoming me to embrace as if I'm their child by their scattered leaves all along looks like a green carpet.
And the birds too welcoming me singing welcome-to-the-family in their own way.
They say, trees absorb CO2 and releases O2. I say, besides, O2, they releases H2 -
The sounds of the waterfall took me forward. My brain hears that sound and sends the imagination of it to mind. My eyes are watching that imagination.
After few fantasies, my eyes stunned looking at exquisite waterfalls that mesmerized my imagination.
I was jubilant looking at it
As a boyfriend looking at his girlfriend.
As a mother looking at her children.
As a Grandpa looking at his grandchildren.
As a devotee looking at God.
As a farmer looking at his crop.
I was reminded of Bruce Lee's words when the water is falling on my head - 'Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend.'"
With the same empty mind, I returned home.
©santhoshimmidisettystories -
Trees
The trees
Keep me free,
As I walk around
To let my soul flow
F
R
E
E
L
Y
In the breeze. -
pallavi4 2w
Memories
A lot of my fondest childhood memories
Circle around big blooming summer trees
Ranging from the flame of the forest
To the cascades of golden shower trees
Large leafy gulmohars bearing flowers
Adorned the avenues of my street
I remember thinking at that time that
This must be how heaven would be
I would play under them by rotation for hours
With friends who were just as naughty as me
We would get on our bikes and draw circles
Around the broad trunks of my favourite trees
Picnics on Sundays would commence under them
With tomato sandwiches stuffed with cheese
I celebrated my freedom inspite of the soaring heat
Unaffected by the various bugs and bees
I would come back home from school
Excited to be a part of this summer treat
My summer holidays were spent loitering
And breathing in smells carried by the summer breeze
The trees gently, mellifluously swayed in the wind
While the temperature rose by several degrees
Their red- orange flowers looked like flames
A fire ablaze in the summer heat
Those beauteous trees from days gone by
Still hold such great significance for me
I always look at the time now long past happily
Filled with joyous, playful, sweet memories
@pallavi4
8th of April, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Terrapin Dawg on Flickr
Yay..... thank you @writersnetwork for the repost! This poem is very close to my heart and I’m thrilled you liked it 🥰
#wod #memories #freedomc #freedom #childhood #writersbay @writersbay #trees @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee,
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Her long hair,
golden brown,
swaying in air,
tunging the comb through tresses,
she smirked,
not at the passerby,
but the winter who said goodbye,
she knew now,
it's her time to be alive!
©neeraja -
bclark2681 2w
Credit for picture goes to original owner
#pod #MirakeeNetwork #writersnetwork #writersbureau #mirakee #mirakeeworld #thewriterstribe #writerstolli #poetry #writersbay
#spring #cool #cold #trees #warmth #aprilApril's Tease
Cold April wind tickles the tree buds
Attempting to reach the spring sun
Shining down upon their beginnings
From our heavens, teasing growth
With warmth, let down by shivery
©bclark2681 -
You chop me down
In the prime of my life
And then you shout,
"For fresh air , we strive!"
You make parchments
From my twisted carcass
And post a picture titled
'With my feet in the grass.'
You say you feel calm
In the bosom of nature;
And yet you don't care
About your children's future.
So stop seeing the world
Through colored glass;
And take action now
Lest , the hours, they pass!
©wingedvagabond -
Planting more trees is much better and easier than inhaling the polluted air.
©hybrid_ammai -
madalasa 4w
Giving it back — Gratitude built into nature
©madalasa -
rahul_govindan 4w
No routine, boring auto story this time
But a narrative of what I saw today (a reminder for us)
Students were waiting for the bus to arrive,
Under the dazzling sun - a few chatting and a few all alone,
Their eyes looking all along the end of the road,
In search of the non arrived bus...
I picked an auto (I assure you, it's not an auto story )
And many more exhausted souls decided to go by auto...
It was then I saw a student, an old mate of mine,
Standing behind a hand cart, left unattended, a few metres
Away from the bus stop...
"Why are you standing here!?", I asked
"It's too hot over there(bus stop) and just making myself
Stand under the shade of this cart.."
I gazed at the surrounding, and all I could see was shops,
And shops and shops, alongside a barren tree...
I mean it - It's a reminder for us
- G Rahul.
#trees #school #world #earth #save #future #friend
#water #land #meme #society #youngster #writersnetwork #poem
@theboywiththespecs @theuntold8 @a_novice_speaks @davetrotter©rahul_govindan
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Plant some trees:
When your soul leaves, leaves stay.
©modern_monk -
nobullheart 6w
~~~One Hundred Poems~~~
You speak your speak and I will speak mine
Magical words wanton in meanings and rhymes
Though I am young, I too, am also old
With temptable syllables yet to be told
It’s no one’s quandary to wonder
What through my encrypted eyes they may wander
Through worlds too small or too freshly green
Where secret ideas seed and dream
Be kind to the trees for the seasons they’ve been
Their deep rooted bodies for lives they friend
I may speak for the trees, one hundred of them
I may speak for the one hundred trees
They are too few left and not enough bees
They have been deceived and left to be still
To weather whether their branches can feel
Unable to scream or deploy or any other such noise
The world has forgotten and is playing with toys
In a romper room playground at recess
If anyone is really listening is anyone’s guess
So listen to every creak and moan and grumbling sound
Put your ears to the dirt hear deep in the ground
Listen quit talking balking start walking
Run your fingers through the gravelly rocks calling
Feel each pebble hear it’s longing
Make your own magic stand in the sand
Never give up do not settle this is not man’s land
I speak for the one hundred trees
Crawling on their knees
Begging and praying for anyone to hear
Listen pay attention before they disappear
Now back to the start if you are really still here
Do not question the colors I see they do not fear
Not for all the fishes swimming in the darkest blue sea
I speak for the one hundred trees, I for them and they for me
#poetry #mirakee #artoftheheart #writersnetwork #trees #metaphorsrus #artoftheheart #toloveandbeloved #trees #wordlove #wordplay #alldaylong #globalpoetry
Image Pinterest /artist unknown/credit to artistOne Hundred Poems
©nobullheart -
_who_am_i 8w
Moon
The shaking of the leaves
As there comes a gentle breeze
They look like cheerleaders waving pom poms
Telling me to keep going on and on.
My nails digging in my skin
Those semi lunar marks on my hand
I draw to dots above them-
A smiley made of pain and sin.
This poem made of a weird rhyme scheme
My legs exposed to the sun without sunscreen
The flapping wings of a beautiful pigeon
The random things I mention in this poem.
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.
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The smile's faded now
Just the two eyes left
Everything you have will be gone
Leaving behind a deep cleft.
©_who_am_i -
_who_am_i 8w
Air
The infinity inside my head
The comfort of my bed
The beauty of the pigeon
The brightness of the Sun
The colour of the daylight
The trees in hindsight
The warmth of my socks
My thick skin for those who like to mock
The sound of the birds mixed together
The kiss of the wind, light as a feather
The leaves, oh! So green
The eagle looks so mean
And the laughter of my friends
Keep me from hitting the dead end
The tears of my family
Tell that there's still hope left for me.
The pencil, the paper
The words, I've become a lover
The feather like touch, the moon like kiss of the Mother
Keep me from going hither and thither.
©_who_am_i -
Spectators
The world began
with a trillion trees
riveting lifegivers
to all who beheld them
when insects were larger
than humanities existence
and bark scraped the atmosphere
of dinosaurs textures
with significant endings
of fiery rapture
those trillion trees
continued burning
through all ages
humanities woes
natures mistakes
ancient eyes and magic times
in castles and knights
through wars and eruptions
bloodstained roots
continued growing
hollowed trees then
lead to fables and joy
morals for all
of bowmen and honour
and all in between
stories beholden
and trees that were golden
lived through words
now pressed into their flesh
continued dreaming
generations of trees
clustered around
natures rainbow
clutching onto
fossilised bones
of earths will
since that beginning
we have seen
the constant cycle
of a trillion trees
hope discontinued
©inslupbanana -
NOCTURNE
The nocturne that's played on the melody of my heart doesn't need any night to be sung, as the soulful dark dwells within my soul. -
sugandhswani_ 11w
The heart was full, of something that shone,
In the eyes at night, like little pearls,
Of joy, and pain and some of that love,
That drowned in the dew, as her toes did curl,
Just when the moon rose, in the sky above...
#mood #moon #sky #night #trees #dreams #nature #beauty #beautiful #landscape #photography #dark #love #life #romance #pain #joy #eyes #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld©sugandhswani_
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harsh77 13w
Smaug
A Dragon
I'm fire, I'm death
I'm the one who is behind your death
I'm the one called the desolation of Smaug
I saw the Hobbit who stole my Arkenstone
I buried everything who came in throne
Hobbit has Ring and came like wind
I was slept in dreams of under the mountain gold
Hobbit saw fire on the mountain below
People frozen watching fire in snow
Smaug came with desolation
Said "i hope that you remember me"
When the Smaug came all day turns into a darkness
We are just hoping for some miracle and enchantress ✨
And then the one man killed by Bard with a black arrow and his body falls on the boat carrying the fleeing Master of Lake-town
And then Thorin oakenshield is king who having a crown
Thorin oakenshield dread to the quest for Smaug’s treasure,
Thorin has greed of Arkenstone
Arkenstone is gem of king
Smaug has fire in his mouth and big wings.
©harsh77
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