An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The white oak tree beside the watershed is dying. Its bark is separating from the sapwood in vertical strips. The cambium layer has ceased to function.
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Poets
Unnoticed...foot to face on the cold grey pavement. Embarrassing kiss. * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Poets
In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find, With a radiant smile, a flower so fair; Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind
By Muhammad Haroon khan8 months ago in Poets
Peace Floating In The Air Peace floats in the air like a breath not yet spoken, A feather unburdened by hurry or weight. It drifts through the quiet with effortless grace,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I Came A Long Way To Watch A Snowman Dance I came a long way through quiet streets and time, With cold in my pockets and hope in my hands.
✨ They say that our morality proves the existence of an intelligent Creator with a personal interest and a perfect morality
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets
A flower still blooms no matter the weather no matter the hot sun in the pouring cold rain it makes no difference because it's made to bloom
Your Roots Are Too Deep Your roots went further than I could survive, they did not stop where love should pause. They tightened around my days and nights,
Solitude for the sake of solitude can be rewarding, if your mental migration returns you to the source of your hurting. Beneath the waves,
By Kale Sinclair8 months ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace, Prayers that violence would finally cease. Prayers for realization, hearts made aware,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast8 months ago in Poets
Night falls, and the world hushes its noise, Even the humans have ceased their infernal clatter, Virga turns to snow, thick, falling softly.
By Meredith Harmon8 months ago in Poets
Oh, why are you so cold? Icing parked cars. Coating the sky in a gray blanket. You make teeth chatter and bones ache. You cause the roads to be a slip-and-slide for tires.
By Amethyst Champagne8 months ago in Poets
