Nature Poems of Longfellow
attractive art nouveau influence design covers
[Sold]
126 notes
·
View notes
song birds
like butterflies
flitting across silk floss blossoms
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
39 notes
·
View notes
even in the dark with no moon and no stars I'd find you. my heart is a compass and you're my true north - at land or the sea as long as your heart is beating, I'd find you.
-where she grows / the lovers-
139 notes
·
View notes
Izumi Shikibu (from The Ink Dark Moon)
22 notes
·
View notes
Guess what's out today! It's You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World, which is a collection of 50 poems edited by Ada Limón that reflect on our relationship with the natural world. It looks really cool!
12 notes
·
View notes
1. change of state.
i’m a new poet, so please be kind. i’m trying my best.
13 notes
·
View notes
A poem for the Ancient Self
View On WordPress
8 notes
·
View notes
"When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, / How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, / Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, / In the mystical moist night-air..."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
14 notes
·
View notes
The forest is my temple
It was our first temple
Columns, high ceilings and all
Its peace and contemplation
The feeling of a presence
Its presence within us
We can still feel it faintly even now
It whispers to us
Gently
In the wind through the trees
It says
Come home...
8 notes
·
View notes
Hope Chest
death, hostile and rugged, is surely
the fairest force of them all.
I have always said I'd like to be
eaten by a beast, but these days,
death moves creatively, making it seem to be
your own fault.
So when it is my time, which I'm sure
will be sooner than I realize -
time and death are holding hands
in the dark -
bury me in a meadow, wrapped
in the family quilt that still smells
like a hope chest and marry me
to the earth. Cover me in cowhide and
braid my hair.
tuck me in - no headstone necessary -
and plant a patch of chamomile
in the soil of my grave. I will
smell their sweet flowers, yellow and white,
and fall asleep.
- c. rose smith, hearthspeaker
30 notes
·
View notes
"I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world"
-"Having a Coke with You"; Frank O’Hara
97 notes
·
View notes
003
There is an inaudible song,
A melody not to he heard
Only felt on the air
Only hinted at
A haunting melody of silence
Where there was once sound
You turn
As if a noise had reached your ears
Only to be alone
You sway, unprompted
Dancing to nothing at all
It was just the wind
2 notes
·
View notes
Worldly Life
I want to be a Ouroboros with the world
Sunset should consume my soul
Submerge in its orange yellows, take me
Whole and unbroken to awe
Let the truth of the world swallow me
As long as it is with wonder and beauty
Let me swallow the world
Digest the sight of birds flying above
Taste the water that sparkles with light below
I want to be a part of the world, and
For all the world to be a…
View On WordPress
5 notes
·
View notes
I take my new lover to the earth first
to see how they love my mother
do they talk with the trees
do they whisper to leaves and pause
to tell me about the beauty they see
or do they race to the peak without blinking an eye
do they trample the blooms and never look at the sky
I take my new lover to the earth first
to see how they love my mother
because I am she
and how you love her
is how you'll love me
@ whereshegrows / the lovers
10 notes
·
View notes
Douglas Dunn ~ Cognitive Disorders
15 notes
·
View notes