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He always rebelled against nature until he got lost in her and realized how alike they were — a.k.
Once upon a midnight postpubescent, Much I marvelled the silent graafian follicle; Puberty - tormentor of my dreams. I awoke and flung the legal age, In a kingdom full of menses When I thought of the puberty.
The world is at its end, A primal war has begun. Mother Nature’s children are fighting To see who’s the strongest one. Who will win this war?
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
This, a River This, a river, I am not lines but curves Winding around sand bars Creating islands Revealed in low tide My current pulses life Tadpoles, carp, algae I smile in light
She is mellow, creating what I saw as ordinary; The loving, ebony colored tree tugged tenderly at the velvety skin of my collar. She whispered gingerly in my ear as I clung to my fragile and flimsy, tattered journal.
Pitter patter of the rain on my head Sends the fears straight to bed, In the things gone unsaid. And the crackle of the thunder Sending all the pain asunder Taking respite in the clouds
Walking through the talking woods, looking at the reflecting water, I see a bag of old goods and empty bottles underwater.
A girl. Lush, plentiful, and providing.A boy. Old as time, a lender.What's their purpose alone?Together they work hand in hand.
Change Change or be Forgotten Her words ring like a Bell Never spoken Through the seasons We learn Most of Us see her Pain Pollution hurts her inhabitants
She cries ice and dries her tears in the fire Too Soon! They cry, as the Autumn Leaves fall They exchange seasons with cool white snow Our hottest summer Our coldest Winter
“I am dying”, the Earth whispers to me. Grass is mistreated and flowers defeated. Birds never tweeted yet humans competed. We were all becoming concreted. Green, dewy sprinkles.
And life That blessed mother She has her favorites She gifts the evil And destroys the good And you are the best of them So when life keeps hitting you
Imagine free-falling from the mountainside to the earth. Watch the trees die and woods stand still in mourning. Can you feel that, the tell-tale heart pitter-pattering with adrenaline? Or is it nerves,
The trash, I see, like sand on your green grasses Littered so far, so wide, it’s like the stars in the sky Do they not see your beauty? Do they not see their cruelty?
If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother – Poems on Environment , Wildlife , Mother Nature , Global Warming
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
The meadow comes awake at the end of the day Lighting up the sky bright fireflies That summer breeze puts me at ease Campfire life with friends by my side Hey eh oh, oo ah Hey eh oh, oo ah
GROWTH OF A WOMAN foundation soil brown green grow from the roots to the trunk to the stems to the leaves birth of a nation combustion of the sun pineal gland exploded to conceive this gravitational cycle of planets molded into a wound holding a
After every storm ends lo and Behold the sunshine! Clouds part Disappearing into sunlight. Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again, Forgiving humans their transgressions.
The hardwoods cry in color this time of year As the sun sets an owls call from within the deep hollow can be heard clear There is no path to follow, not one less traveled by, no direction to steer
Air that breathes in life
Air that breathes in life
Stability is a joke. When I feel fine, it is time to plan on going somewhere else. All because of YOU. You came in acting as a replacement father and came out as a joke. A lying joke with no point and only offense. You think you can control me?
falling from the sky in their clear crystal form falling slowly at first then faster in a storm heading down terrorizing those below thunder encourages it along lightning takes it home
When Mother Nature met Father Time, She knew he was the one.
It might be dark, it might be grey, but this might be a mark, for a better day,
Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day, and let it wash the pain from days of agony away. Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
A green parakeet eats seeds ever so peacefully chirping on a tree
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer; Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer; To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
APRIL MAY April, oh April
Childish Attention whore Fat Ugly That's what they called me The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
Raining in the middle of the street We dance to a Rhythm
The month of June rain on rain the summers pain Reclaiming the the country's plains
As I drove along that treacherous bridge The cringe worthy icicles pattered on my windshield Oozing from the frozen foliage that crowded the overpass. My car trudged slowly but confidently,
I AM A BOSS!
I’ve seen places untouched by the soles of mankind I rejoice at the slight breeze that comes from the side of a mountain on a scorching hot day
In the freezing snow, The snowflakes fall from the sky; Covering the ground. The sun is burning In the flamming summer day. Water drops are cool. The planet turns green,
My feet take root in the core of the earth, my hair wraps around the moon. I turn my head, and the ocean sways in harmony with me, kissing the shore on either side, rocking itself to sleep.
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
Thunder claps its own song, Rain drops its own tune, Wind whistles its own melody and all that comes from me is this poem
It's hot outside, Go turn on your A.C., It's cold outside, Go burn down a tree, Now it's even hotter outside, Turn the A.C. up even more, It's a never ending cycle, It's a never ending war.
The sun in the day, the moon at night, a sky littered with stars and clouds they hide behind. The trees, so tall, with leaves on their branches, which change their color and fall as summer passes.
Clouds and leaves float on mountain air. Gurgling streams pass and indent on the gray floor. Trees hum strange inhuman tunes within the breeze while animals listen and understand.
weather is grey like a Russian blue cat the sky casts a cloud so thick you felt as if you saw a ghost that is not friendly like Casper trees is tilting on one side like the boot in Italy