An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
today, the government issued a warning to all would-be poets and writers. here are its contents in their entirety. may all writers heed these words, as they make the difference between being read and the most terrible fate of all:
By kp8 months ago in Poets
The Bay Of Bengal The sun goes down, A bright orange ball. Waves roll in, Gentle and small. Fishermen laugh, Boats on the shore.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I close my mind As we wander cobblestone sand El Retiro Park Madrid Breath is air A I R S meld My body centers releasing my shoulders
By Michele Nampalli8 months ago in Poets
The garden does not count the days, nor fret the coming frost; it simply holds the amber rays before the light is lost. We are the ones who measure bloom,
By Luna Vani8 months ago in Poets
The thunder retreats with a low, heavy sigh, Leaving silver-rimmed clouds in a wearying sky. The earth smells of petrichor, ancient and sweet,
By luna hart8 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my second piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's gorgeous artwork. These are Justine's words about the painting:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
A Thief Stole My Knickers I pegged them firm, I double-checked. A stripey pair, a floral specked. The wind was soft, the sun was high,
Need to stretch It's hurting It's burning It's stiff It needs to pop It needs to crack It need to be released Ouch! Turn it this way
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
We cry differently, some in silence, some out loud, some behind closed doors, some in crowded rooms while pretending to smile.
By Artical Media8 months ago in Poets
From the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been. I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh.
Introduction This is my first piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's gorgeous artwork. This is An Ekphrastic Villanelle Here is the Chicken Legged Workshop's Facebook Page
I wish to be aware of the slightest gain growing in my mind, preparing for the day, when in the morning, it expands with the rising of the sun,
By Natalie Wilkinson8 months ago in Poets
