An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Winters Too Cold Summers Too Hot Winters too cold, summers too hot, nothing ever feels just right. We complain our way through seasons,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
˚･ﾟ˚･ﾟ✧ THUNK-A -KUNK — UNK — NK — K ✧･ﾟ˚･ﾟ˚ Pine cones eject Heavy with nuts and Resin, striking at peak viscosity Launched from their
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
Nature does not speak in sentences. It speaks in pauses— the kind that slow your breathing before you notice you were rushing at all.
By luna hart9 months ago in Poets
Candle flames flicker, and lamps strain to shine their light from windows Indoor lamps strain to shine their light from windows
By Andrea Corwin 9 months ago in Poets
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert9 months ago in Poets
One flame burning strong, A point of light among snow - Can it keep its warmth?
By Gabriel B. Shames9 months ago in Poets
My heart has been wintering, And I used to hate that word Like rest was laziness wearing a pretty coat. ﹁﹂ But the mornings are darker lately,
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
Peel the lore from me Until I am nothing more Than creaking pine branches Groaning under the snow, Waving in the arctic breeze.
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Whistling winds whipping, Beneath cold clear starry skies. One wick remains lit.
By Liam Storm9 months ago in Poets
Amid a jungle, Of snow, ice and frozen wilds. A single flame burns.
In frozen wastelands, Your warmth is all I seek, but You've forsaken me.
So who gets to decide what's a weed and what's not weeds are viewed as vermin flowers are viewed as decoration weeds grow everywhere
By Colleen Walters9 months ago in Poets
