An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
β¨ A crescent moon a sliver of sun's light barely seen in the evening sky but I saw the spectacular of you hung on a vast canvas of blue
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
Donβt Howl At Me, Woolf, Go Look For The Moon Do not stand at my door and call it longing, do not dress your hunger as if it were love.
By βΏ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Wrinkles And Other aged problems Wrinkles, wrinkles in my skin, they wave when I say hello, They gather round my laughter lines and proudly let it show,
Crop Circles In The Morning Field I woke before the village stirred, Dawn leaning soft against the hill, And word had travelled down the lane,
Hungry chickadee Wet, bedraggled. Icy rain. Eat up, tiny friend.
By Laura DePace7 months ago in Poets
Delicate orchid White as the snowflakes falling Titmouse flutters by
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 months ago in Poets
Snow Globe For Mark I would send you a winter morning, wrapped in silver light, A quiet world where rooftops rest beneath a gentle white,
My shins left indents in the sand from s t a y i n g as the sun fades from the mild waves I pat the mound of smooth sand-
By Michele Nampalli7 months ago in Poets
A sandbar stops visitors from collecting shells from the shore because of the mermaid's curse that spreads across the Miramar beach from
By Seashell Harpspring 7 months ago in Poets
Wake Up And Smell The Spring Wake up. Open the window wide. Let the morning step inside without knocking. The air has changed.
Arms bundled against scratches from twigs and branches, her hands gathering oranges and grapefruit for Contra Costa Fruit Rescue.
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
inhale: petrichor fat raindrops fall on warm path exhale: damp-earth, peace
By ali7 months ago in Poets
