A poetry podcast where i read poetry and drink tea and talk about poets and their poems
each week i will choose a theme and read some poems around that them for your listening pleasure. Sometimes i will do interviews of fellow poetry lovers or poetry haters to try and help them see the beauty in poetry
you can buy me a cup of tea at ko-fi.com/unwrittennat
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A poetry podcast where i read poetry and drink tea and talk about poets and their poems
each week i will choose a theme and read some poems around that them for your listening pleasure. Sometimes i will do interviews of fellow poetry lovers or poetry haters to try and help them see the beauty in poetry
you can buy me a cup of tea at ko-fi.com/unwrittennat
Warm mug of phantom poetry episode 15: nature feat Nikolas J. McKenzie
Warm Mug of Phantom Poetry
16 minutes 9 seconds
5 years ago
Warm mug of phantom poetry episode 15: nature feat Nikolas J. McKenzie
My email: njs.works.writes@gmail.com. Something about Summers always makes me want to cry
Something about sunny days and storms
And then the cloudless nights always makes me crave another
In the long days of summer it’s moments like this where things that once made sense for so long suddenly don’t
Something about summer and the freedom it provides that should be safe and welcoming but really it’s tackling me till I can’t breathe
Something about summer how sadness creeps in like tidal waves
Something about tidal waves drowning me in a sea of memories
Something about the beginning of July how I suddenly feel the need to give in and not try
I’ve never liked the heat that makes me shiver more than the cold
Something about summer makes you want to go out but I prefer to stay in or under
Something about the anxiety that comes with the thunder
I hate summer all the love, pain, and that burning golden sun,
I Want to run, I want it to end
Yet once it’s over
I wait for its return
Peaceful
at ease
mesmerized by the breeze
chlorine filling the air,
leaving one without a single care
The splash of the pool
The weather not to hot or cool
Blue is the water birds do not bother
The day is perfect for a swim
The patrons jump in on a whim
The swings blow on their own accord on the wind,
Nothing about being here is a bore
hair pinned back in a bun skin hugged by the sun
Smooth are the waves people make with their Dives is this what it feels like to be alive? t
The chwmical waves crash around you,
The sky cloudy but still blue it's The first time summer is happy and not a bummer
Creeping up from the corners of your mouth lips grining in the heat of the South
A smile you thought had gone astray for miles
Laughter is all around, it's almost an unrecognizable sound it's all so serain like something out of a dream,
You notice then that the world is beautiful and life is suitable again
to breathe
to not leave
It all make sense
As the moon climbs over the fence
The sun sinking down
No reason to frown
Starlit night
The crickets chirp going to be alright
And as the frogs jump by
And you find a spot in the grass to lie
Gazing up
With your spirit about to erupt
From the joy you haven't felt by being so coy
Ode to summer and all it wonder
Ode to earth and all it brings assunder, how lovely is it all, the season before all the leaves begin to fall.
Spring time
Dandilions peaking out from the ground
Daisies bursting from the soil
Dog wood blooms on the trees
Daffodils gathering in the dirt
Violets brighting the earth
Iris laying around the gardens
Roses covering the bushes
Feilds of lilac
Trees of blue
Hills of red
Spring where have you been
Oh how we forgot you when grey was all that was seen
When white took more than the stars that gleam
Here you are sunny and golden
Beautiful bright breezy
The trees with their leaves return from their dead slumber
Storms come to life with thunder
Walk with me, it's spring time
Dance in the rain, winter is over
Lay in the ground, fall asleep in the warmth,
Run through the feilds it's alive here
Hike the mountains and see the sun as it displays everywhere
Honeysuckle sips, from the trees the seeds spread the butterflies come out, the birds return, the squirls return, it's spring it sings, let the sounds ring, happy in what this season brings.
Warm Mug of Phantom Poetry
A poetry podcast where i read poetry and drink tea and talk about poets and their poems
each week i will choose a theme and read some poems around that them for your listening pleasure. Sometimes i will do interviews of fellow poetry lovers or poetry haters to try and help them see the beauty in poetry
you can buy me a cup of tea at ko-fi.com/unwrittennat