A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veinsA Poet's Echo by NathanielFlyingOwl
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
Rubai Of SorrowAs midnight becomes a memory, do you lustRubai Of Sorrow by NathanielFlyingOwl
For dawn's caress, for your body to become dust?
Do you often lie awake haunted by nightmares
That make you doubt all that you see as fair and just?
Breathe Love Like AirBreath love like air, and liveBreathe Love Like Air by NathanielFlyingOwl
Return from the darkness
Embrace all life as kin
And let peace touch your heart
The saccharine kiss of
Hope can make bitterness
Evolve on cynics' tongues
Leaving an aftertaste
Vanquished are the moments
Engulfed in innocence
Life does not let you live
In perfect happiness
Kisses of destiny
Either raze or nourish
A man's deepest beliefs
In pure honesty, I-
Repeat, breath love like air
Decima ItalianaClouds appearing as streaks of pinkDecima Italiana by NathanielFlyingOwl
Across the cerulean skies
Compel me to employ the ink
Of my pen to poeticize
As the silent beauty of dusk
Fades into the shadow of night
I sense the darkness in my bones
And despite the touch of moonlight
I have never felt more alone
My soul nothing more than a husk
A nature poet passionate about zoology and indigenous American studies and eager to make friends. My biggest influence is Robert Frost, but I also love Langston Hughes, Sherman Alexie, Simon Ortiz, Joy Harjo, and William Wordsworth|
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