An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Curse of the Salamander Beneath the moon’s pale silver gaze, In hidden realms of misty haze, A creature stirs, both fierce and bold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Not far from home there is a passion fruit vine, its fruits ripening, ready to pick. But below it, dense thicket, of rosemary and grass,
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my ninety-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Espinela "The Art Of The Glittering Fox" is now available on Amazon throughout the world.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
The Man In A Camper Van In a camper van, old and worn, Sits a lazy man, with a heart half-torn. Dust on the dashboard, seats stained and frayed,
We (collective enterprise): -merchants/beggars -soldiers/farmers -artificial engineers/waste management -he/she/they -etc.
By Jessica McGlaughlin7 months ago in Poets
The desert at night lives. A metamorphosis of the sand causes the previously stifling landscape to shift, Becoming cold, swirling drifts of heavy, tan snow,
By Maura Bernstein7 months ago in Poets
branches were bare, now studded with pink redbuds— spring’s arrival. Spring comes early in my place. Redbuds are blooming in my place.
Little daughter, 6 declared on this sunny morning that in the backyard garden, near the Buddha statue, we would do meditation.
We all fall sick, time to time, for the gut wants one thing, the tongue another. We call ourselves wise, yet we are often foolish,
Why do you Persist? All is dead but your light hue. Blossoms carry life.
By Aaron Michael Grant7 months ago in Poets
The Groundhog Contest had 39 entries. With 5 winners. First Place, Second Place, and a three way tie for third place.Just sharing winners for 1st place, and second place.Prizes are T-shirts, socks, and books...
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Poets
Spring Is Approaching The earth exhales a softer breath at dawn, And light begins to lean across the fields, A hush of gold rests gently on the hills,
