An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Drink the Blood of the Bats The cave held a heartbeat no human could trust, a pulse that echoed through the dripping dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Roots and Branches, hardly a metaphor for living on this cold December full moon night I sit thinking of April. Even the birds don’t want
By Gerry Thibeault10 months ago in Poets
Cozy blankets Sipping hot cocoa on the couch Curled up watching Christmas shows As the world outside turns white In a cold blanket of snow
By Thomas Terry10 months ago in Poets
go go again duck duck, goose! migrating over ancestral routes for ever young ever green spruce frost bit fangs fixed deep
By We the PPUL10 months ago in Poets
There are many happy places in my neighborhood. One is on a high ground: a wooden bench near a strawberry tree hedge, under the shade of crepe myrtle.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
I. Compressed Begin in absolute confinement. Any chamber will do, provided it is narrow enough for recalling what a pulse sounds like when it lacks ample room to wander.
By Shannon Hilson10 months ago in Poets
They hold you down, Deep into the ground, Beyond the dirt, Into the bedrock. *** They keep you from moving, From flying into the unknown,
By Amethyst Champagne10 months ago in Poets
An elephant never forgets Elephants honor their dead Returning to their gravesite for years To stroke and mourn The bones of their loved ones
By Gene Lass10 months ago in Poets
Just breathe…. in through your nose hold for 4, Searching, rooting, grounding, but my branches still soar, High above me, reaching for light,
By Brandi Rea10 months ago in Poets
A fence made of honeysuckle bordered a plateau garden patch above a bright yellow house embedded in the side of the town's greatest green hill
By Randyl Bishop10 months ago in Poets
Their brick and mortar was Confirmation, Dainty cross necklaces as validation, An amalgamation of evergreen trees Up and over the sand dune,
By Kayla Hefter10 months ago in Poets
I’ve got knotted roots Their twists and tangles have baffled Doctors for decades My branches, they’re gnarled Crooked and splintered
By Sarah O'Grady10 months ago in Poets
