An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I carved with love, my name, into that bark like I was leaving a tattoo The ones I also etched into my heart Root to stem it played a part
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
I knew winter had moved in for real the day my shoulders wouldn’t drop, even in a hot shower. The water steamed, the mirror fogged,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
I fell to you a fettered acorn-child Not seeing the ambition held under my scalloped acorn-crown. I bounced upon your fecund ground.
By John R. Godwin10 months ago in Poets
“The poinsettia, with its vibrant red bracts, is a reminder that even in the cold of winter, nature finds a way to warm our souls.” — Anonymous
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
I’ve sat alone in rooms full of people, shrinking myself to fit the silence they expected from me. My words disappear the moment they leave my mouth—
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
Carried by the breeze, Fluffy but tough Like a dandelion seed; Stability had never been a luxury or guarantee. And though my roots were weak,
By jl wood10 months ago in Poets
I asked the ground what it remembered of me from the years before I learned to stand upright. It held the silence too long, as if sorting through its archives for a version of me long forgotten.
By Shannon Hilson10 months ago in Poets
Roots dig deep, while branches reach high Spreading to the future and anchors to the past Our lives between the earth and sky
By Natasja Rose10 months ago in Poets
Fall and Thanksgiving times, and we see scarecrows of all sorts: wearing jeans, burlap, straw hats, made of all other materials,
I wish I could say I am excited for the new year. I have high hopes, my skills will be valued, will earn more, get caring friends and travel a lot.
That autumn morning, after breakfast, me and little son set out to do what we love most, neighborhood walks. We followed the dirt trail
Beneath the willow tree I rest and marvel at all its leaves have seen Memories incarnate of when this was meadow filled with flowing flowers
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Poets
