Author: Nathaniel B.

[You can learn more about him by visiting the 'Our Story' tab on the top navigation bar]Nathaniel Bard, a 22-year-old poet and English major at New Mexico State University, is known for his vivid verses inspired by the natural beauty of Alamogordo, NM. As a poetic contributor and moderator, he ensures that the poems written in Literature Vaults meet publication standards. His verses have the tones of power and originality.Beyond academia, his love for fitness, hiking, and snorkeling fuels his creativity. Nathaniel's work, celebrated for its emotional depth and connection to nature, marks him as a promising voice in contemporary poetry.
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    Poems About Rebirth

    Cycle of Renewal Leaves fall, the world grows cold,Bare branches in the sky, bold.Underfoot, the frost takes hold,Yet beneath, a tale retold.Seeds sleep in the silent earth,Dreaming of their second birth.Winter’s grip, then spring’s soft mirth,Nature’s promise, endless worth.From the soil, green shoots rise,Breaking through with hopeful eyes.Rain’s gentle touch, the sun’s wise skies,Every end…

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    The Two-Headed Calf

    In the barn, beneath dim light,Two heads turn—double the sight.Morning feeds, a doubled share,Soft moos echo in the air.Eyes that see twice the world,In each gaze, a life unfurled.Four ears twitch at rustling hay,Two mouths chew the day away.Gentle giant, oddly paired,Curious glances, often stared.Not a freak, nor a jest,But a creature, doubly blessed.Under stars…

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    Cherry Tree Poems

    The Cherry Tree Stalwart, the cherry tree stands,A sentinel in spring’s soft hands.Branches cradle dawn’s first light,Adorned in blooms of purest white.Buds burst forth in cheerful throng,To summer’s sweet, swift-moving song.Roots clutch earth, leaves reach sky,In between, life’s moments lie.Birds alight on wooden frames,Chattering in playful games.Beneath the bowers, children play,In cherry shade throughout the…

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    Cherry Poems

    Cherry Whim In orchards where the cherries grow,Round jewels of red begin to show.Hanging from the branches, swaying,Nature’s candy, sweetly laying.Ripe and rich, a tart surprise,Beneath the broad, blue open skies.Twins on stems, a pair in sync,Blushing siblings at the brink.Sun-kissed skin, to teeth cede,Juice that writes a ruby creed.A fleeting season’s merry bounty,Adorns the…

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    Strawberry Moon Poems

    Strawberry Moon Above, the sky dons her rouge,A blush that night cannot subdue.Silent orb, in June’s sweet bloom,Casting forth her strawberry gloom.Tides swell under crimson light,Crests of waves catch fire at night.Lovers’ glances softly communeUnder the watchful strawberry moon.Fields asleep in silver hues,Draped in midnight’s crimson muse.Fleeting guest, gone too soon,Wishes cast on strawberry moon.She…

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    Bitter Strawberries

    Ripe rouge, yet not as sweet,Tartness where sugar should meet.In fields of green, they stand alone,Juice of sorrow, the seeds sown.Tendrils reach, the sun to spurn,Berries blush, with sourness churn.Harvest of the heart, so bittersweet,Fruitful yield, but not a treat.Each bite, a tale of unripe dreams,In every chew, a silent scream.Nature’s rubies, fair in deceit,Promises…

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    Farewell Dear Mother

    Farewell dear mother, your journey begins,Past the veils where the ether thins.Your voice, a melody softly waning,Leaves the air with your love remaining.In your chair, the imprint stays,Echoes of laughter, the sun’s last rays.Teacups rest from stories told,Hands now silent, warmth turned cold.Seasons will turn, the trees will bow,I’ll seek your wisdom, here and now.The…

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    I Saw a Young Mother

    In a crowded park’s gentle sway,I saw a young mother with her day:Sunlight danced through leaves above,She tended to her child with love.A picnic spread on a patchwork quilt,Crumbs of laughter and joy they built.A tiny hand with fingers curled,Reaching out to touch the world.She sang a tune without a name,Each note a spark, a…

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    My Other Mother

    In a world woven from the threads of kindness,She stands, a beacon of gentleness and grace,Not born of blood, but bonded by the heart,My other mother, with her endless embrace.Her laughter, a symphony in quiet rooms,Her wisdom, a map through my darkest fears,In her eyes, I find the light of stars,Guiding me beyond the rush…

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    Dear Mama

    Dear Mama, skies were grey,Your words, a sunray.In storms, you were my cloak,In despair, the hope I spoke.Every lesson you have sown,In soft soil, carefully grown.Your laughter, my favorite tune,Under stars, beneath the moon.In your arms, a fortress found,In your wisdom, solid ground.You taught me how to stand,With gentle words and firmer hand.Now as I…