An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
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,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Why Under The Sun Don’t You Write The sun lifts its golden face above the roofs, steady and unapologetic in its rising. It spills light across my quiet table,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Under This Quiet Moon Beneath a silver crescent moon, Where mountains guard the night, Your hand found mine in silence, And everything felt right.
Don’t Poke The Elephant in Its Bum Madam Don’t poke the elephant in its bum, madam, The keeper said with a cautious sigh.
Eat constantly. You’ll never get bored. Suck crustaceans, dance when angered, your growl– will fall like a whisper. When threatened, ignite your chromatophores,
By Teresa Renton8 months ago in Poets
Society is manmade construct, its rules keep changing, expectations are high, demands can be cruel, you may feel like a failure,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
While others see a forecast, I see a wish come true— Nature’s way of blowing out the candles just for me. Eighteen years ago, I saw the sky throwing white confetti on me,
By DragonFly8 months ago in Poets
Abundant rosemary hedges grow in my neighborhood. Resins in them have strong fragrance that I can’t resist crushing a sprig
Immigrant life, foreign soil exotic flora and fauna, but I wanted connection, something genuine, so, I can understand them,
The pigeons flew down and the people step aside making space for them.
By Kera Hollow8 months ago in Poets
Snow drifts through the air Blankets the landscape in white Twinkles like bright stars
By Minou J. Linde8 months ago in Poets
The Daffodils The daffodils push through the soil together, yellow finding its way out of the dark. They rise without ceremony or doubt,
