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Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
we are floating on the moon
swim in the sun
every day
and our eyes are burning
and our eyes sparkle
endless words
about beauty

we swim through the woods
we swim around the world
we are floating on the clouds
and our love
and our love is with you
has no borders
and never will

about the new day
about the last day
the future
we will always
together all to meet
we will always be with you
swim together on the moon
swim in the sun

11.07.18
AMISHA Jul 2018
Meet me where the Daisies bloom
where it often showers too.
Meet me at the crack of dawn
It will be only me and you.

Meet me where the sun-rays fall
and paint my hair auburn-red.
We'll walk around the mossy knolls
and run upon the grassy bed.

Meet me where the trees and leaves
are still dripping with the morning dew.
Meet me at the quiet end, all alone, with a placid view.

All I need is a simple gesture
or even a solemn promise from you.
Promise me you will come for me
Then I will think about it too.

A.S.
Danielle Jun 2018
If I call upon the wind,
It’ll dance upwards,
From the sea of green meadows.
From the hallowed arches of the woods.
It’ll dance around me
And cloak me in power.
I finally felt myself one day while on a walk near my home.
a M b 3 R Jun 2018
smell of woods
as the breeze blew
canopies of trees
covering the forest
like an umbrella
beams of light seeping through
through the gaps it shines
like the trees are covering
what is hidden behind
a nature poem... my friend asked me to write... so here u go! nature poems are hard to write :(
Poetic T Jun 2018
Nature calved up, decapitated limbs
left in unmarked eulogies, only silence
speaks. The carcasses of the fallen now
lumber atop of each other. A mass grave
of something once tall now fallen & muted.

Within the insects of humanity now infest
this cadaver, putting what once was brethren
upon the flame. A funeral pyre of rings now
turning to ash, warming the lumbering morbidity
that has an aroma of pine cones screaming in the night.

They live within our gravestones of silence.
Nailing there memories within our husks.
Yet they abandon us like we were momentary
needs, for we are lifetimes in their finite moments.
                     And we decay from where we came from.
My take on a cabin as nature would see it..
Cardboard-Jones Jun 2018
Looking up at the glow of the sky
As the leaves fall slowly off the trees
Resting on the silent creek.
I imagine I painted the sky.
Wish you could see it.
The stars are waking up soon.
They don't shine the same when you're gone.
How I wish that you,
That you were right here right now.
You'd see the light in the sky
Slowly passing us by.

Diving into the blue of your eyes.
The city line is far from our sight.

Every time that I
Stare up at the stars
I can't help but wonder
If you're out there looking up
At the same stars
Thinking about me.

I remember the first time you brought me out here.
You said “Tonight will change your life.”

Anytime that I
Stare up at the stars
I can't help but wonder
How many stars I saw
That first night
Nestled in your eyes.

Come back to me.
Come back to where were free.
Cranberry woods.
Migrating white butterflies
Like snowflakes in mid-summer
Dancing on heat waves of January skies
Thousands upon thousands,
Can't tell one from another
This must be the celebration to summer.

Like some mystic fable they appear by magic
Their wild scattered bouncy flight
Springs chaos amongst all city logic
For they paint a rural innocent insight
To the mysteries of summer's secrets.

Their cascade is tumbling northwards
Like bubbles blown from a gypsy child
Hidden in these concrete woods
Hearts wild yet breath so mild
They simply pass as lacey summer reflection.
When living in the city it is a delight to see nature.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Mysterious wood
A large, surreal petal sleeps
near my golden pen

Open near woodlands
A beautiful, soft bird sings
under the lotus

Shining afforest
Special aged waters glide on
in spite of the calms
It's so weird going through my journals from a few years ago.
These haikus were scratched out
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