An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The trees you see above is California holly, also called toyon, a native plant of the chaparral hills. It belongs to the rose family,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
ninety-eight point six degrees — a tad deceiving fleece shields winter's grip
By Lamar Wiggins9 months ago in Poets
Black Water The water looked calm from the edge, smooth as an unbroken lie. Nothing warned me what lived beneath, nothing marked the reason why.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
We are the poets born of earth, Writing with roots, rain, and light. The wind teaches us gentle words, The mountains speak of patience.
By Muhammad Saad 9 months ago in Poets
Closing down the day, a layer of powder and a liquid moon, plants edging the closed cafe, left to die. I cannot stomach the brutality of nature.
By Squeeze D' Avocado9 months ago in Poets
Inside the whispering enchanted forest, lays the answer to one's desiderium. An entwining secret that is interwoven with the glistening sorrows of the weeping willow.
By Krysten Guilbault9 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my eighty-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork for the 2025 Winter Solstice, the shortest day and the longest night of the year in the northern hemisphere.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
When the dawn glow streams, Cold cheeks,warm sun,glazed windows, Felt a glowing kiss.
By Elizabeth Butler9 months ago in Poets
The Robins Know True Love They sit close on a winter branch at dawn, feathers pressed where the cold cannot divide, no vows spoken, no promise written down,
The Perfect Sky There is no such thing as a perfect man, No flawless woman carved from certainty, We carry cracks beneath our names and smiles,
It's raining today But you do not have to frown There's magic in the raindrops If you Smile when your down If you take the raindrops
By Susan Payton9 months ago in Poets
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
