An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
in the dim w~a~t~e~r, she learns his currents before they even move— a creature built to understand what she can’t afford.
By Komal10 months ago in Poets
“Tell me, what is the point?” My soul cries on dark days When the heaviness drags at my bones. “Is it worth going on? Must I do this again
By Jessica Dowding10 months ago in Poets
Hold me tight as I begin to grow. May enough earth hold me? I hope so. Hold me tight as the winds blow. Though some of us may fall,
By Heather Kaspar10 months ago in Poets
Snowflakes are small and white, like tiny magic petals drifting from the sky. Ice-crystal wings shimmer as they fall— too delicate for the naked eye to truly catch.
By Safiyah Sayani10 months ago in Poets
What are my roots and values? Are they the same thing or not? I think that they are the same... question that leaves me in thought.
By Adora Hooper10 months ago in Poets
grounded in memory, carried by change, soothed by rest; i beckon the rains and wait for
By kp10 months ago in Poets
The fire burns in those last moments... That last breath as you pass the torch from flesh to spirit That flame burns when you have to say goodbye
By Connor Mudie10 months ago in Poets
Burning heart flows tragically, Heat I watch from skies above. I know this is the end for me, Yet I wonder at the melting heavens.
By Elizabeth Butler10 months ago in Poets
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat10 months ago in Poets
In the twilight of the world, a blaze, fierce and unfettered, captures hearts like soft callings, veils the night in orange exhalations,
By Tim Carmichael10 months ago in Poets
The root is where my heart starts and grew —- My heart beats, my veins flow, my blood rise… it went through my soul, entirely—
By Meghan LeVaughn 10 months ago in Poets
It is so profound how I don't think about it anymore. With nature on its way out I packed melancholy into an airtight jar and put it on the shelf beside the jar
By Gerry Thibeault10 months ago in Poets
