An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
From deep within the Earth, A journey began with a birth, It started with a seed, But now a flower, finally freed, Flourishing and reaching towards the sun,
By Lily Greenslade-Davey5 years ago in Poets
The sun was golden, its warmth spreading through the valley like a rolling wave. I wanted to touch the dripping honey of the sky, thick in the air like melting caramel, washing the world with its amber light.
By Kota Wade5 years ago in Poets
Hey there is the sun gone to rise To brighten spirits, open eyes Will the world make it round today? Lord oh Lord, what will you do
By James Killmer5 years ago in Poets
Today is… sunlight streaming through cottage windows as a silver tabby long and lean reclines on the twisted colors of a braided rug
By Lana Broussard5 years ago in Poets
Searched to Find You In my eyes you dream And in my heart I vow Deserving your touch I want to know how To show you the world
By Jon-Erik Olson5 years ago in Poets
Are you blind to her tears? She is showing you signs Of despair, And you turn her away. She’s the one that gave you a home.
By GuidedUniverse5 years ago in Poets
Viva! The shout escapes as we relearn the language of sea nymphs and tiger sharks entrapped in a world of maroon sunsets and eternity
a casted midnight shadow a whispering morning light that of which song plays has blinded my ears that sees its beautiful
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Poets
I love you. Sometimes I doubt you. Sometimes I feel alone. I feel as if every day becomes more, and more, unbearable. I feel as if I were Atlas holding up the weight of the worlds on my shoulders, crippling me in every shape and form.
By A.P.M 5 years ago in Poets
An afternoon deep in the throes of winter a soft blanket strewn onto a plaid sofa in a room quiet enough to hear the moaning winter
In July, flying high, a patchwork appears Bold chartreuse pieced with deeper green The canola's in flower, in its goldenrod hour
By Violet P. Davies5 years ago in Poets
The day the sinkhole gave way it was partly cloudy with 73% humidity it formed on the asphalt at the mouth of the alley where the prickly cactus