Landscape – A Concrete Poem

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Landscape – The Poem

Landscape A Concrete Poem by Ritika Nahata
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What is a ‘concrete poem’?

Concrete is a poem that is as much a piece of visual art made with words as it is a work of poetry.

This can be in many forms, such as outline to a sketch or the words forming the sketch itself.

About the Poem – Landscape

  • The outlines of each element of the image is inscribed with the words that form the poem.
  • Each element, i.e. sun, tree, land, mountains, river, and waves can be read as a paragraph/stanza of a poem.

The Poem Text


My name is Sun,
The day rise when I wake,
and sets when I sleep.


My name is Mountain,
Behind me, a fountain
I am older brother of Hill
I will protect, even when ill.

I am hill,
little as quill,
entertainment is my skill.


I grow from roots,
give fruits.
You sow a grain,
I’ll protect from rain.

I am not alone, I bring the leaves.
I have a glorifying trunk, that shrunk.
Soon I will have some fruits,
for which you’ll need a chute.
You can have them all.
People find it hard to see the bark,
It is overshadowed by amusement park.


I am Land.
I am mother of mountains, rivers,
hills, trees and sand.

On me the glory of
mightiest kings stand!


I am river.
Sometimes blue, green, or silver.

From shore to shore I deliver,
I need no lever.

Sometimes I quiver,
but seldom I shiver.


Hey Little Waves!
What a bright sunny day,
is today. Let’s play…

Hi Big One!
You are late…

Sometimes back…
We played and played.

Till we got
tired and shrunk.

Now we
feel asleep….

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1 Comment

  1. I’ve just read your poem and think it interesting. I was long reading and twisting my neck. 😊 Your concrete poem is cute very much. 👌❤😊Reading it, a poem came to my mind, written by Guillaume Apollinaire, The Stabbed Dove and the Fountain.

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