An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Rocks gathered and set: Makeshift garden. No fence, but We lay stones like walls.
By Jennifer A. G.7 months ago in Poets
Even in darkness, there’s light. It hides behind mountains and dying trees. It takes its time to rise but its presences
By Dean Traylor7 months ago in Poets
I'm sitting here on this shelf, Disgusted and embarrassed with myself! My owner says I'm pretty, But I'm feeling kind of ugly.
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
My little son gave me a rock today, nobody dares call it meaningless, for I know it's worth. He is mere 3.5 in age, and coming to understand
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Gently rolling waves, Echoes of once-stormy seas, Come to rest on shore.
By Mark Stone7 months ago in Poets
The first breath I draw outside each day is freezing. I'm craving spring warmth.
By Maddy Newt7 months ago in Poets
Fixated on flames, my tiny thumb, ash coated, always finding wicks.
At least one a day Feel it descend on the room Toss a book on it K.B. Silver Winter and spring here in Tahoe mean finding spiders in your house. Lots of them. I am looking forward to them moving back out!
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Soul deep and sight wide Tahoe blood‘s blue as water Shades unlimited K.B. Silver
Crimson lights pierces through my shield, Headlights flicker in melted snowdrops, Tires crackle on broken ice— Ocular watershow.
By Ryhana Shevon7 months ago in Poets
a slug moves across the flat rock leaving a thin wet line behind it
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
calcium cracks in jagged lines—a tiny beak unveils the known world
By Lamar Wiggins7 months ago in Poets
