An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
red taillights in fog trudging along highway 4 work waits beyond gray
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
His Ashes Went Down The Toilet She waited until the house was quiet at last, no footsteps, no temper turning in the hall.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
a squirrel standoff we're stariang each other down he slips into earth
blooming acacia something moved in the brush— a rabbit’s white tail. Note: Under the neighborhood acacia shrubs, cottontail rabbits live. As I stand there admiring the yellow blossoms, I see them moving beneath them.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
I had never seen Callery pear before until I found many of them in the apartment, I came to stay. Dark, rugged trunks and branches,
Introduction This is my ninety-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's wonderful artwork. This is A Zejel, a relatively simple form.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
If you don’t take care of your garden, the weeds take over. The earth becomes dry, hard, and useless. And like flowers,
By Minou J. Linde7 months ago in Poets
Do you see it? peaking through the window wild, untampered open, unclosed Loud, undeadening/undeafening The voices are rising to the shore
By KwCub7 months ago in Poets
First—stop trying to shove it out the door. That just makes it dig its heels in deeper. Instead, sit down. Not in the fancy chair.
By Edward Smith7 months ago in Poets
my eyes are open and i am waking still expecting him to be here but it was all a dream i won't find him anywhere but in my head
By ⸘jason alan‽7 months ago in Poets
it's warmer tonight as I sit outside in the dark I look up and the stars are twinkling in an obsidian sky a light breeze reminds me
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
The Pigeon Who Wore The City He stands upon the worn stone ledge, broad chested and calm in his bearing. Neck lit with green and deep violet fire,
