An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The forest is quiet the way a room becomes quiet when someone says, Tell me the truth and the air decides whether to behave.
By LaRae Pynas8 months ago in Poets
Some days are chaotic as we run around nonstop It's easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle It's important that every now and then we take a moment
By Judith Jascha8 months ago in Poets
You Need Good Bait To Catch This Fish You do not throw a wish into the water, You study the tide and the patient pull beneath.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
when we step outside and observe nature we are greeted by time past and yet to come oak trees are an anthology of time gone
By Brittney Moore8 months ago in Poets
The Hills I Climb For You I have learned the shape of effort, It rises slowly, then all at once. Every step asks who I am becoming,
Along the river bend the waters runs shallow a flick of my fly rod lands in ripples under shade of an overhanging tree limb.
By Author Anita Dotts8 months ago in Poets
After the new fallen snow no footprints mar the perfection of a field of white or tree laden branches that bend bearing the weight.
Popular and birch falls rich leaving knee deepened burnt orange languishing on the ground. First frost heavy. In past puddles muddy brown
Chores done, escaped the slog strapping my rod and tickle tackle on the banana seat of my bike. Free and speeding spewing gravel
The ruins didn’t look romantic. No soft-focus tragedy, no beautiful collapse with violin music behind it. ﹁﹂ It was laundry piled up,
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Snow can be both beautiful and awful at the same time. Beautiful because it forces you to slow down. Snow does this thing where it absorbs all the worlds noise and problems,
By Jen Phillips8 months ago in Poets
architecture between the mob and liminal control was the lie and the cross someone said it was good once upon a time the intention looked like the best
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
