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#nature poem
insomniac-dot-ink · 11 months
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You think the world would love you better without your holy edges, without your bleeding wounds and unsightly want. You think the world would love you better but it's just the world.
The grass is soft and holds the ants and parasites and wolves. The wind is gentle and topples mountains the same as it steals breathe. The ocean remembers you, the sea consumes. You are not so tall and not so new.
You think the world would love you better but the world has eaten as much as it's given. the world’s great beauty is a mirror and an indifference to all your burning parts. the Sun is graceful. the Sun is deadly.
We inherit tragedy from hunger but the world would love you better no more, no less, than it will bare you. And it will, and it will.
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And so
The light from the sun
Brought the stars
Down to Earth
And scattered them
Across the sea
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mylittletankaworld · 2 months
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among boring talks endless repetitive tasks why are only you, like small glimpses among clouds, able to brighten my day?
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hearthspeaker · 1 year
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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months
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Hey. Can I request a web weave about thinking you're not someone people can love? Thank you. Take care.
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-if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but you know what i am.
i hope this is what you were looking for !!
Sue Zhao / Fatima Aamer Bilal my heart has claws / Julien Baker Funeral Pyre / pinterest / Chen Chen Nature Poem; When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities / Silas Denver Melvin Love as an Act of Merciful Conquer (via @sweatermuppet) / pinterest / Clarice Lispector The Stream of Life / Jane Austen
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bardicspirit · 6 months
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For here I lay among the sage,
With the bones of spirits I yearn to meet.
Internal weaving of blossom and blood,
As they grant safe passage to my eternal sleep.
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definegodliness · 5 months
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Storm
Western wind; above Clouds rush, chasing each other:
"Begone! — docile kin."
The tops of canopies sway; Soon, it will be
Make
Or break.
--- 13-11-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
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sageandscorpiongrass · 8 months
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I need to start a garden!
Nature and its many meanings.
The Garden, Andrew Marvell | What I Would Like to Grow in My Garden, Katherine Riegel | The Seed-Shop, Muriel Stuart | Irises, Vincent van Gough | Oom Sha La La, Haley Heynderickx | New Feet Within My Garden Go, Emily Dickinson | The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. IV), Anaïs Nin | Spring At Last, Hanne Lore Koehler | The Way Through The Woods, Rudyard Kipling | Garden, Eric Tran | To: Myself In Colorado, Everybody’s Worried About Owen | What is Blooming, Debra Yvonne Mathis | The Eye in the Forest, Photographer Unknown | Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers, Elizabeth Barrett Browning | The Wild Iris, Louise Glück | Overgrown Garden, Beetlebug | The Table in the Sun in the Garden, Henri Le Sidaner | Gardens There Were, Leslie Nelson Jennings | On the Pulse of Morning, Maya Angelou | Covered Bridge Park, Ryan Radke | I Worried, Mary Oliver | Oom Sha La La, Haley Heynderickx
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gerrbarrkmania17 · 18 days
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I felt the wind touch my skin earlier. It was gentle and light, the sensation pleasant.
I felt it after I leaned forward to touch a tree’s bark. The surface cracked, peeling, and leaving me curious. I had seen this tree many times, but today was when I finally decided to feel the texture.
I suppose the wind spirit got curious, or just wanted to return the favour.
I ran my fingers across the bark’s surface, careful not to scrape or break anything, as not my right to destroy what I aim to understand.
I breathed in, thankful for the wind in my lungs and the opportunity to experience something new, in my life of suburban repetition.
Wind blows with you, not through or past you. Energetic connection established as the breeze caresses you.
I want touch. I want to be wanted. I want to want and want I will as I crave.
The wind spirit said “hi” to me today. I breathed out, wondering if this is even worth it, if anything I do matters.
And the wind answered back, “Isn’t the thought a reason to continue?”
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lionofchaeronea · 6 months
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Some poetry for your Monday. This was ostensibly inspired by an IG prompt "bonfire smoke," although it pretty quickly left the prompt behind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
SACRAMENTS
Your midwife was A bonfire's flame. Thunder named you With its name.
Baptized by A double priest (Waves on the shore, Sun in the east),
To follow where The wolf may lead Is your one And only creed,
Your catechism Is the cry Of hawks descending From the sky.
When you die Black soil will take you, Countless creatures Will unmake you--
Chilly dew Upon your face The only unction In that place.
To such a one, A golden ring Would be a feeble, Foolish thing:
We'll wed, therefore, With fingers bare, Our notaries The earth and air.
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env0writes · 1 month
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Idle Steps 3.8.24 "Horrid, Florid, Ordeal of Being Loved"
My heart opens, full bloom I could gather a thousand petals at the very sight of you Pomegranates are a bloody, challenging mess So maybe I’m worth loving too Whether I am fresh picked Fallen or bruised There is bitter sweetness worth working for No adoration refused So peel back each ventricle Each pump and each beat Take me to prairies, to valleys, to parks For a picnic, take seat Rosebuds and earbuds and you’re bud; I am Budding and blooming and blossoming bright Take all your time with me I’ll not leave this night Make of me a labor, a passionate task Is this too much to ask of you? Too arduous a task? Then on the dank and dirty ground I shall rot to feed the earth anew
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gemrose · 6 months
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The Weaver
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In the intimate Dance Between shadow and light The Sun and Earth Paint Their grace
Dispersing and shading Blending and infusing Particles Into a cascading array Bled in gold Across the sky
This sensual collision A masterpiece Of their divine Energy
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unpolished-ink · 4 months
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hearthspeaker · 9 months
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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months
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could i request a webweave on the struggles of being the younger child?
(for example - being treated like a baby, older siblings acting like theyre the only ones who have problems, bullying by older siblings not being taken seriously, not feeling like your achievements matter as much, because your older siblings did it first, feeling lonely/ignored, annoying stereotypes about younger siblings on media etc.)
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i did my best with this. i hope you're doing okay <33
Chen Chen Nature Poem; When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities / Marina & The Diamonds The Family Jewels / Lisa See / Tracy Emin LOVE ME TODAY (via @romanceangel) / Krystal Sutherland House of Hollow / wych elm Susan Smith
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