An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Grass clippings swirling on spring breezes, hypnotic as man's pomposity ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
My morning coffee Serenaded by Robins A cup’s worth of peace ————————————————————— A/N: Inspired by my last morning on my deck before the winds of winter whipped.
The Bleeding Pages of Life The bird is black, the blood is red each letter sings of what was said a page can bleed as much as skin
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Indian autumn feels muted, but spring is vibrant. The woodlands come alive with blazing orange blooms of palash, the flame of the forest.
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
First, Tanvir’s father, his skin as blue as the sky, sits on the serpent. He holds a conch shell in his right hand, And in his left, he holds a discus.
By Wen Xiaosheng8 months ago in Poets
Roots provide in order to remain They grow in the darkest places Honor their journey and trust their pain Roots caress and trust without refrain
By Brittney Moore8 months ago in Poets
snowflakes collecting as temperatures drop again outside my window
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
like a moth to a flame I crave the fire you give when you whisper my name I linger there, on your lips captivated yet free, I idly indulge
Death Death came silent yet full of noise, Unseen by all in view. Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight, Its grip took hold tighter than tight.
We have been told It’s very cold Everyone needs to stay bold When confronting the weather bitter Wearing wool designed by the knitter
By Marc OBrien8 months ago in Poets
PUBLIC NOTICE: ALL-CLEAR Attention please. This is a public announcement addressed to the nervous system, the muscles braced for impact,
By Hannah Lambert8 months ago in Poets
A bulging root is only an obstruction when attention is not being paid. Yet, such lack of awareness will allow you to experience the
By Kale Sinclair8 months ago in Poets
