An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I Exhaled, While Walking Through The Park, Anticipation Flooded My Heart Underneath The Shallow Stars I Dreamt Of A Moment Like This…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
There was a storm last night. With a wind that blew leaves away from the trees with blaring whispers. The rain that knocked on the glass of the windows
By Benny8 months ago in Poets
Migrating swans graze green fields dotted in white splotches snowy peak backdrop Copyright © 1/31/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Poets
I have never been to Japan, yet I am drawn to its life philosophies, to the beauty of its countryside. I read its cultures,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Our Poem a Day in February (PaDiF) starts tomorrow I was able to borrow a wolf photo from an artist, I know that looked like the photo above and below
By Denise E Lindquist8 months ago in Poets
There is a rhythm to the world that sends me shamefaced to stand in front of the egg section of the dairy aisle in the dark days of December each year.
By Natalie Wilkinson8 months ago in Poets
Magpie on tree tops Watching as the day unfolds, Sweet view of the Sun.
By Susan Fourtané 8 months ago in Poets
Lay strawberry hair on fair skin, let it redden like a crush, pink as cherry blossoms on the fresh dirt of hurt. Bring skin
By Pixel Floyd8 months ago in Poets
The warm cast of the glowing sun can't seem to reach past The Failing Dreams of Tomorrow. . Every ray shines down and reveals a "forgotten" result.
By Rachael Anra8 months ago in Poets
I can hear what's all around, what's up above and underground. Feel the grass between your toes, taste the breeze, watch the river flow and just be.
By Alora Jones 8 months ago in Poets
I do not kill the quiet ones, those patient architects of air, spinning silk from unseen places, lacing corners with their care.
By Tina D. Lopez8 months ago in Poets
We are all the same beneath the shadow of a bird’s wing. Grounded to various acidic levels of Earthen soil, we are all characters in the songs their words sing.
By Kale Sinclair8 months ago in Poets
