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Nature

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by ELOISE DAVIS (United Kingdom)

November 2021

My dad and I have come to the mutual realisation that he can't force me to help him out in the garden. 

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by JONATHAN CHARLES STEPHENS (United States)

November 2021

Ingrain yourself in a wild honey: flail a standing ovation with petaled hands

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by LINDA KONG (United States)

November 2021

moonlight kisses the clouds. It rings, the moonlight, like church bells striking.

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by SASINDIE SUBASINGHE (Sri Lanka)

November 2021

It began at the beginning in the middle of things; at the center of a galaxy 

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by ZARA VALE (Australia)

November 2021

You cringe as the door opens with a loud beep, but no one comes running. 

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by IZRAHMAE SUICO (The Philippines)

July 2021

Today, nature is fit in an open, square bus window with Mama obstructing the moving, alfresco greenery. 

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by SASINDIE SUBASINGHE (Sri Lanka)

July 2021

It begins with patter, like the impatient tap

of painted nails, the rain thrums on the roof

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by OLIVIA GOLDSMITH (New Zealand)

July 2021

"Quark querk arck erk,"  

That's what the tui said.


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by ROSIE JONES (Wales)

July 2021

Below

the cherry blossom clouds

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by BETHANY ADDO-SMITH (United Kingdom)

July 2021

I drink the elderflower air, 

poured by the 4am sky

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by LILY WANG (United States)

July 2021

for two cents, the man 

answering will reach into the ocean

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by ELIJAH LIU (Singapore)

April 2021

Water waits and wastes away in wilted states. It waxes and wanes in winter weather and slips away in the spring fever. 


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by PIPPI JEAN (New Zealand)

December 2020

Of all the swimmer summer and the dust, sun, rain, you are what sticks out. 

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by ANNA O'CONNOR (Ireland)

August 2020

I do not see the stars from where I stand

but I know they are there. 

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by SHERRY SHU (Canada)

August 2020

He scuttled furiously from beneath the undergrowth, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath. 

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by LIORA SCOP (South Africa)

August 2020

They say 7 billion people stayed home today

2.2 billion children stayed out of school

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by MARIANA SANTIBANEZ (Mexico)

August 2020

As we turn into ghost towns and ghost stories,

I memorize the steps, the corners, the edges.

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by NEERAJA KUMAR (India)

August 2020

125 miles.

I never imagined they could be so close. 

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by KATE GARDNER (United States)

April 2020

And the sea has many teeth, far more than I. But if we are one 

then I have all the same teeth as the sea, then it has the same teeth as I. 

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by CAROLINE DINH (United States)

April 2020

Sometimes I like to collapse infinity

into a single point in time I label "now."

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by ARIELLE LINN (Myanmar)

April 2020

In the thousand faceless poems I've read

the moon has never been named a "him."

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by MARGHERITA MORO (Italy)

December 2019

The grass stings my thighs and whispers at me to move my legs so that it may look upon the stars 

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by ELLA GREEN (New Zealand)

December 2019

I try to think of death as an ocean; uncharted and unknown, but vast.

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by ELEANOR LEWIS (Wales)

December 2019

i have come back

to the village i swore i would never see again

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by ENLING LIAO (Australia)

September 2019

Late afternoon. I never knew a whisper, soft and sweet, could sing

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by ELIZABETH BUNTIN (United States)

April 2019

There is a certain inscrutability in the mercurial ebb and flow of life in the woods, an unassuming cadence that settles just beyond my naive circumspection. The dry sweep of the wind’s touch is fond and insidious in turns . . .

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by MAI MCGAW (United States)

April 2019

On a frosty October morning, I walk to a field

And lie flat on my back in the dewy grass.

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by ROSIE JONES (United Kingdom)

April 2019

A poem is when a scattering of swallows suddenly form a perfect v.

A poem is the angle which makes dew on a rose petal look like diamonds.