An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
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
I am flying through the sky You see me passing by I am crying on the ground And I make a booming sound Just to warn you that I am here
By Domi10 months ago in Poets
The Stone Faces I wandered through a garden where silence had weight, Where four stone faces watched with unreadable eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Inside the quiet little shop, the boy polished clocks tirelessly, even ones that ticked perfectly fine. People wondered why he bothered,
By Akmal95Jr10 months ago in Poets
She wandered into the forest, expecting silence, but instead feeling unseen company. Leaves rustled like greetings, branches leaned closer,
She walked with raindrops glittering in her hair, dancing lightly around her even on cloudless days. People stared in wonder,
A mirror stood in her room, reflecting not who she was but who she could become. It hid her flaws gently, showing strength where she felt fear,
A mysterious train arrived with no whistle, no schedule, no announcement. It stopped only for those who needed a moment’s pause.
The library awakened at midnight, books floating softly toward new shelves. Stories rearranged themselves to choose readers
The lantern glowed softly in his hand, guiding him through silent streets, as if the night parted to let him pass. No one knew his name,
A. You've burned every inch of me B. My soul aches to ashes over you (Endlessly crying but these tears never put out the flames nor will they dissolve these ashes.)
By Bixi Hernandez10 months ago in Poets
I went for a run with a herd of deer Ran with them till I felt no fear But when I fell they kept running Scraped and bloody knees
