An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The journey I am taking is an ascension to being, Being more content with life, with love, with a perception worth seeing,
By Bailey Andrew7 months ago in Poets
Misty Morning Meadow Morning bends soft across the field, Sunlight threading through the gentle mist. Dew clings to every blade of grass,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Afternoon Stream Water ripples over smooth, mossed stones, Sunlight falling gold across its path. Green leaves lean low to touch the surface,
Inevitable. The glowing goodbye, dreaded. But always certain.
By Maddy Newt7 months ago in Poets
Conceptually, a cycle of existence unfolds, infinite.
a moth on the wall opens both wings holds them there then folds them back shut
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
…the chime of little bells tinkling twinkling blinkling ding-dingyling luxurious carpet prostrated in simplicity of modesty…
By Diana7 months ago in Poets
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
I float, but don't fly Can’t get that high Slowly I rise Carried by the wind Created by breath Reflecting the creator When the breath leave I gain wings
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
I lift you to space your legs, planetary rings, claiming their orbit
By Daniel K7 months ago in Poets
the bark dulls my blade amber sap commiserates weeping through each cut
Her hair in the wind the aromatic tether to this breath I take
