An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Invisible last Night. And now, with morning light There you are: sprouted.
By PK Colleran8 months ago in Poets
I peer through my window, adorned by the howling winds' most recent design. Cold warning again, wind gusts. Dangerous conditions.
By Mary Haynes8 months ago in Poets
Sunset time, I was coming from a local park, crow cawing sound in the air. I looked at an enormous bare sycamore, glowing in the amber light.
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
The Bird The bird waits on the branch without hurry, light enough not to bend the wood beneath it. Its body is small, but certain of itself,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Hot, cold, 2 faces, 1 call A big light in the white A great storm at the sun Delicate is the touch Of a burned flower in the snow.
By Jorge Burbano8 months ago in Poets
[2/10, 4:29 PM] Muhammad Haroon Khan 🥰🥰🥰: Flavor for lips, Color for eyes, [2/10, 4:29 PM] Muhammad Haroon Khan 🥰🥰🥰: Smell for the nose,
By Muhammad Haroon khan8 months ago in Poets
The Tree Still Knows My Name The tree stands wide with stories in its arms, roots holding hours the earth refused to lose.
The world is caving in on me. More weight, and I will fall. The expectations are dragging me under. and I begin to crumble,
By Minou J. Linde8 months ago in Poets
I fell in step with a crane as she pulls into the sun she nods once at a macaw who turns his face to the sea caged- porous rectangle
By Michele Nampalli8 months ago in Poets
From the moment life begins, it has become doomed to death, How long does this entail? No one knows. Only time can tell. Funerals are not for the dead, they're for the living.
By Jen Phillips8 months ago in Poets
awake on the couch staring up at the ceiling watching a spider
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
I sit, seeing grass — Dragonflies buzz around me And dogs jump and run.
By Gabriel B. Shames8 months ago in Poets
