An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
flower stems do backbends over my stretched-out-visage breeze rises goosebump mountains on my arms in the distance a monastery bell sends a soft alarm
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Poets
It isn’t there anymore, that ancient oak, once the school logo, before the school climbed the status ladder from community college to university
By Harper Lewis 10 months ago in Poets
I come from hands that knew the dirt, that pressed seed into stubborn ground without guarantees, only faith and a farmer’s patience.
By Ashley D. Gilyard10 months ago in Poets
The life we made was destined by our vows - Put our roots down together, hand in hand, Plant seeds of our future no matter how
By Phar West Nagle10 months ago in Poets
Fire consumes all below the surface Swallowing whole the fullness of my reasons for still being And igniting them Setting alight the feelings
By Emma K. Weir10 months ago in Poets
This fire is burning my life to the ground I watch in horror Unable to save anything inside All my fears s and regrets My childhood, my first love
By James Seabrook10 months ago in Poets
vibrant and saturated the colors of a true heart never fade gradients arrange and repeat the values lay broken a square of earth down ten feet
By ⸘jason alan‽10 months ago in Poets
I’m a tree in the time’s river The current is fast and then slow The water flows and then runs low Time isn’t much of a forgiver
By Linétte 10 months ago in Poets
Penny's farm lost in a coin toss. And the unborn foal she got as a result was born a gangly red colt with three white legs and a star and strip on his face. They named him Secretariat.
By Colleen Walters10 months ago in Poets
There’s a moment—quiet as breath— when the fire forgets how to rise. It leans back into itself, a tired dancer folding at the waist,
By Waqar Khan10 months ago in Poets
They whispered when I entered, their glances sharp as knives— a woman with a history unwelcome in their eyes. But shame had grown too heavy,
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
My family tree is an interesting creation, as ancient as any, I’m certain, but filled with gaps and empty spaces. * Entire branches obscured from view
By David Muñoz10 months ago in Poets
