An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Right now, I’m picturing myself walking along a beach. A glass of fizzing white wine in my hand. It’s nightfall, and I wear a shawl and a one piece polka-dotted bathing suit,
By Woman With an Edge5 years ago in Poets
This narrow passage harbors the path of the lone wolf wise beyond eons but empty of fight now A symphony of days gathers
By Lana Broussard5 years ago in Poets
The rain won’t stop pouring. I don’t know what to do. Do I stop or carry on? The sky is grey, I need it blue. The days have been dark,
By Joshua Lino-da Costa5 years ago in Poets
Dampness, chilly, golden leaves arrayed Twisted branches capturing the sunlight, making an orange glow Pumpkins with silly faces, grotesque smiles
By Brandi Espy5 years ago in Poets
A dark mind wants to see the light, but the crazy is not worthy. I'm told they will fix my unbalanced mind, a forced manic state consumes me.
By Ashley Jácome5 years ago in Poets
The most grandiloquent of words could not describe who you are, the most brilliant of minds just could not even understand or get that far,
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
The sun hugs my skin Held in one gentle warm embrace. Butterflies kiss my nose and toes Setting off little tingling explosions.
By Serena Taylor5 years ago in Poets
Head bowed, knee touching ground. Hand gripping the dirt. He looks forward watching his sweat pool on the brown earth. Clumping and rolling together he follows it's path towards his foot. Knowing in this moment he has given all of his worth.
By Steven Altman5 years ago in Poets
As the sunset had faded. I sat there with my wine. All of the emotions had filled within me. Joy, love, relief, and happiness.
By Jade Renteria5 years ago in Poets
Cross the threshold of voyeurism and become the scenery Find your place in this masterpiece along life's journey Those times you can find yourself in the frame of the present
By Renee Belden5 years ago in Poets
The early riser gets the prize A view of the dawning of day Darkness rolling back As sunlight meets the sky The morning dew kisses the grass
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Poets
Cool refreshing and satisfying I drink in your wondrous beauty Always flowing on the go No beginning no end constant movement