An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Two Feet Of Snow Two feet of snow fell without asking permission, overnight it settled like it meant to stay. A garden paused mid sentence, mid thought,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
January squalls snow cap your tombstone- hat tip sunlit epitaph
By Marilyn Glover9 months ago in Poets
A few of my dads neices and nephews said that we are wolf clan. Except a medicine man told my brother we are bear clan. Man,
By Denise E Lindquist9 months ago in Poets
This morning I woke up, And I did just simply that. The sun was bright, the air was warm, So I put on my hat. - I walked out to the garden,
By Latisha Jean9 months ago in Poets
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
Rainy days; Dark, gloomy, and wet. Just stop, close your eyes, listen to the rain, Take in the silence of the Earth just for a moment.
By Jen Phillips9 months ago in Poets
The horizon trembles under molten skies, And distant hills are brushed with evening gold. I hike where birches sway and shadows rise,
By Tim Carmichael9 months ago in Poets
Sweet plums are plucked from trees, That bloom and summon the bees. Ripe plums burst in my mouth, And the hard pit, I spit out.
By Laura Lann9 months ago in Poets
London UK In Smog London wakes beneath the smog, a city breathing through grey. History clinging to every brick, as buses roar past each day.
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert9 months ago in Poets
In the evening dusk, only for a while, the road became silent, facing the endless waves, listening to their melodious song,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka9 months ago in Poets
Winters Too Cold Summers Too Hot Winters too cold, summers too hot, nothing ever feels just right. We complain our way through seasons,
