sometimes the more i mingle with the crowd the more i feel empty...i feel something missing...and i want to go back to the place where i came from...that beautiful village of mine where there is mountains, the rivers, the forest,the air, the mud...oh i mi


Oh my mother nature...

My mother nature

The rhythm is taking me somewhere
I can feel the chilled air
I can smell the grass
Devour its freshness

It is melting my heart
I am missing the land
I am missing her warmth

It is digging my emptiness
Reminding me of her presence
My eyes are desperate
I want to see her face again
I want to roll over her lap

I am longing for that pain
I am ready to walk again in to the rough paths
I want to trade with this agony of emptiness
Although alone
She will give me company with her beauty

I want to weep on her bosom
I want to rest for a while and listen to her
I want her love
I want her wisdom
I want her strength
I want her patience

I want to go to the wilderness
For a moment
I want to be her child again
and play with her hair


Oh! My mother nature
These concrete walls are scratching me
This surrounding is raping my emotions
and i miss your smell






Poetry by White
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Written on 2009-02-23 at 18:40

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Kathy Lockhart
you caught me up in this like a crisp wind. It tickled all my senses and brought them alive. Wonderfully expressed.
2009-02-24