nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
An enchanting summer tale
Powder blue sizzling sky Warm sun rays, temperatures are high Hop on the bike A great day to go on a hike Change my mind?
In My Heart
In Busy streets of World and dark forests, You are in my Heart In the last station of my journey, You are in my Heart In the fragrance of morning flower blosoom,
Petter JohnPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsStorm
The winds will come As the skies grow dark The world waiting in anticipation For the rains to start Thunder rolls in Lightening strikes
Mother CombsPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsToday I Returned from Rome
Home from Rome~ took sixty-five photographs One bead of dew *** Here are 56 of them... * Correct. The syllable count is non-conforming.
Caroline JanePublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsI ignored my knowledge
I ignored my knowledge o without being ignorant Longing has verses that indicate my knowledge By God, I do not know if my revelation is beneficial
el hariti adilPublished about 8 hours ago in Poetsit isn't paranoia
between two things that's where the magic comes in where declarations become what had happened was when the moon has no shine
⸘jason alan‽Published about 8 hours ago in PoetsThe neighboorhood of houses
The neighborhood of houses was desolate with arrows Her features became clear next to the city The arrows dragged their tails on it
el hariti adilPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsWind on My Skin, Sun Caresses Supreme
Howling wind, dancing, whispering, humming fancy, Green, earthy scents hot on my skin, Sun caresses supreme. It feels like melted
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsWHY HUMANS ARE AGAINST HUMANS
GOD MADE MANY CREATURES THESE COUNTLESS CREATURES ARE JUST FOR THE SERVICE OF HUMANITY. THEY ARE THE SOURCE OF FOOD
Early Morning at My House
Looking out my window to the tall trees No squirrels or birds at the bird feeder The green grass, the field, the rain and the bees
Denise E LindquistPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsWe are The Cup and the Wine
We are the glass and the wine, two souls in one destiny, Offering a toast to love, under the divine sky. I look at your eyes and see, the reflection of my desire,
Hendrik SancheZPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsRosy Invitation
Flower in a mug, an invitation unknown, pink as rosy cheeks.
James GreenPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets