Poetry
Natalie Hardin
Copyright 2011 Natalie Hardin
Nature
These poems are inspired by many, many, many things. Animals, weather, plants, pretty much anything natural. Nature gives me inspiration daily.
"A Mother Was Murdered"
A beautiful mother was murdered today
She went and died, she went away
Her children were left to starve in the cold
Their mother was murdered, for being bold
Still so young they couldn't survive without her there
She was killed so cruelly for mans desire
For stepping into the line of fire
She needn't have died, yet still she did
Because, of her they wanted to be rid
No reason to it, other than another's hate
She couldn't flee, even at her fastest gait
She could have run and saved her own life
She didn't run, she stayed there, to try to end her children's strife
She stayed to defend her young ones
The mother stayed, reminded of her sons
So small and weak, they surely would die without her there
The pain of that thought too much to bear.
She fought the hunters, with their guns
She fought them off, to save her sons
She needn't have died, the murders attacked her children too
They couldn't live, they died that way, their lives so new
They knew love, they knew hate
They knew when the man came, it was too late
A wolf howls into the night
Crying for his love and his children, whose eyes hold no more light
"Werewolf"
A man that chooses to fight
A wolf that welcomes the night
So different are Wolf and Man
Yet both try to do the best they can
Why now do they fight?
Both knowing it is not right.
Who is better? Who is not flawed?
Maybe the One, is the one who is pawed?
She does not stray from mate or cubs.
For they are the ones she loves.
Yet when she thinks she cannot win,
That is when the wolf gives in.
The Man fights for his home.
Even if he must fight alone.
The wolf will fight with her pack,
Knowing that they have her back
Without them she will run,
She even hides from the sun.
Man works in the daylight hours.
Wolf has superior powers.
Now I will tell you who has won,
The only answer I see is none.
A balance is there between the two,
Maybe if it's found it can create something new.
Wolf and Man side by side.
If only each would abandon their pride.
If only each would willingly take a fall.
Maybe a Werewolf could be possible after all.
"Song of the Night"
Step outside and listen my friend
Step outside into the night
Hear the song that never ends
Imagine what is there, just out of sight
Hear the crickets chirping in the field
Take a look at the flowers
See what the moon has reveled
Feel the elements around you, feel their powers
Hear the wolf family sing in the night
Do not fear them, for they sing in joy, the joy of having each other
Watch the owl, for even in darkness, she has sight
The creatures sing a song of night composed by the Great Mother
They sing of their freedom
They sing with pride
The night is their kingdom
The night reveals what the day will hide
Night can be peaceful
It can be full of spite
Night can be harmful
It can wound those without the sight
"Hawk's Freedom"
A cry echoes through the air
No one really seems to care
A bird flies free,
I wonder what do you see?
Do you see the clear river run?
Do you ever try to race the golden sun?
Will you fly in any weather?
When you land, do you shake the rain from copper feathers?
Will you chase the burning lightning?
Are you the one who will go down fighting?
Such fire in your golden eyes.
I believe you are envied by even the skies.
You are granted such freedom,
The sky is your kingdom.
You never surrender to someone’s demand.
Granted the title Queen of the Skies,
I believe you are envied by even the skies.
How I wish I could see through your golden eyes.
Never give up the great freedom you’ve won.
Win your race against the golden sun.
Always fly free,
Like I wish to be.
"Wild Freedom"
Elements of the earth untamed,
From them these creatures came.
Like thunder across the earth
Their freedom is a right of birth
They run free across the plain
But with this freedom comes the pain.
To be captured by human hands.
Calmly serving their demands.
Always trying to do their best.
Trying at least to pass the test.
A herd runs through water to wet their manes
They shake their necks and it becomes the rain.
Together they run and together they fall.
They will always listen to Nature’s call.
They all know pain.
Though none are worse then Man’s cruel chain.
With their power so clear,
They became something to fear.
Captured and tamed.
Yet wild they remain.
"Fight of the Wild"
The flames dance inside her soul
The fire in her eyes will burn forevermore
Through prejudice, destruction, and pain
She is wild, and has sacrificed to gain
Her home and her family lost from man
But still she won’t give in to his demand
She will not leave, this is her home
She will stay, even if it means fighting alone
This is not what she wants to fight without end
She wants the humans and the wolves to make amends
She tries her best
But fails the test
As the days first light breaks it shines on her
Reflecting through her fur
To her broken body underneath
She tried but her wish was out of reach
It takes two to start a war
Asking herself why does she fight each day getting sore?
Why does man push them away?
She wishes she could have somewhere safe to stay
In the forest she makes her bed
And lays on the grass as the sun rises warming her head
But she does not feel it anymore
Her body no longer feels sore
Her pain has gone away
She will never again see the next day
Song Inspiration
Certain songs were inspired purely by songs. I'll list them here, so maybe if you choose you can go look up the songs if the poem moves you in any sort of way.
Counting Bodies: "Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums" - A Perfect Circle
Buried: "Bury Me Alive" - We Are The Fallen
Going Under: "Going Under" - Evanescence
Haunted: "Haunted" - Taylor Swift
Tourniquet: "Tourniquet" - Evanescence
Hero Of War: "Hero Of War" - Rise Against
Need: "Need" - Hana Pestle
"Counting Bodies"
See them fall, see the flag rise
See the bodies fall, become what you despise
We fight to stop the killing
What sense does it make? The war is simply chilling.
Falling, falling, it doesn't end
Untreatable wounds, they try to mend
We walk away our flag held high
We fire our guns into the sky
We murder and we destroy
To come home and show a medal, like a shiney new toy
Fire raging all around
Screams of the tormented, a chilling sound
Counting bodies, a torturous task
Count them and put on the mask
Count the bodies in your sleep
Count them, till they become like sheep
Counting the bodies, forget faces and names
Counting bodies, their deaths are a shame
Go back to sleep
Count the bodies like sheep
Sheep sent to the slaughter to die
Is the soldier any different with fear in his eye?
"Buried"
All the things you expect of me
Why can't I make you see?
I try so hard and yet I fail
I try to explain, you think it's all a tale
Going down, falling again
Is this what it feels like to reach the end?
Suffocating, blinding, slowly being broken
Memories buried long ago you have awoken
You built me up you saved my life
You took away all the strife
Then you tore me apart
Ripped right through my heart
You buried me alive
As I fought to survive
You held me down
I began to drown
You screamed for me to die
And yet you still deny
You won't admit that you were wrong
Now I know, with you, I never belonged