An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Where A question pondered before One important thought One that too many would ignore Where There is no other place Man has forsaken their brothers
By Jason Mortonabout an hour ago in Poets
I. Devil winds blow hot through the valleys and canyons, fanning the flames. II. Turns the sky to red as white hot ash trickles down.
By Dean Traylorabout an hour ago in Poets
Poppies growing forever Poppies Grow Where Heroes Fell War is death, the devil’s gun, a bomb, A shot, a agrenade destroys a mother’s son.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 4 hours ago in Poets
when i leave his heart behind there will be ashes where i stood embers glow, still amber like the fiery mood quiet scars still burning in the dark
By ⸘jason alan‽about 21 hours ago in Poets
You would not believe the weeds I have severed To protect the garden, though the roots remember You would not believe the webs I’ve woven
By Abigail about 22 hours ago in Poets
The Moth That Danced With Fairies A silver-winged moth drifted out through the trees Following music carried by breeze Moonlight spilled softly on petals below
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 23 hours ago in Poets
The Man with the Snake Skin Deceitful he slithers through day and through night, But be careful what you say to him, he might turn and bite.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
I tried to stop time But the hands moved still Tried to trap the breeze But I never will Tried to close down thoughts But they linger on
By Mezmura day ago in Poets
a poem inspired by the Tao Te Ching ______________________________________ i am a force of nature beyond control free-flowing and powerful
By ⸘jason alan‽2 days ago in Poets
There is a strange type of beauty In the crisp, encroaching cold Of Autumn, Just as there is A beauty in the seeping warmth
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 days ago in Poets
A Kite That Landed on Mars My father showed me how to make a kite, with string and wood and paper. So I did a pretty picture and brought staples
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
The Shop at the End of the World Some say there’s a shop at the end of the world. It doesn’t sell mere mortal things. It sells the special things that heaven And beyond brings.
