nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Banbury to Warwick
Bored at home? You don’t need to go Abroad to have a good holiday. Never underestimate the exquisite Beauty of local history and
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in Poets- Top Story - September 2017
The Exotic Artist
Theatricality formed through millennial evolution which is excessive as it is easily donned. Is only begotten through hospitable elements able to see this show go on in its artistic ways.
Jose GabrielPublished 7 years ago in Poets Mr. Whale
Wave after wave, after wave, over me. The salt it stings my eyes. I see a whale and he looks back at me. Why, whale, why do you cry?
The Lovely Lagoon
The Lovely Lagoon Diva the swan sings loudly Where the ducks surf by The Lovely Lagoon The little feet splash around Where the ducks surf by
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe City Lights
The city lights are calling me The train has saved me a seat The street criers want to win my purse I’m getting out of bed
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Sky's Frustration
It's funny how a sunny day can turn so grey and start to spray cold precipitation while the clouds inflation shows a demonstration of the skies frustration.
Joseph GrantPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOne Dead Tree
One dead tree It sat through many of heaven's tears And many more pieces of cold angel wings Once a solace to many fears
Drew MarplePublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn Pursuit of Inner Peace
I stopped to smell the roses, as philosophers advise it. Alas, no cure - I'd stood in manure that was on the ground beside it.
Claire DriverPublished 7 years ago in PoetsColorado
Wake up in the morning A little groggy in the head All of my body Asks to go back to bed Let the dogs out The morning routine
Amanda WashburnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAshes In The Wind
Driving down the skyline Searching for the perfect places, Peaceful enough to match The serenity of your soul. Overlooking Crescent Rock
Amelia DavisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpeak Trees, Speak!
Speak trees, speak! Let your truths be known! Oh, if it could, wood would speak And let wisdom be shown Yet they are seemingly silent
Seasoned
Here's to you: the seasoned sailorof these tempestuous wordsthe autumnal expert leaf turnerbook openerchapter beginnersecret enjoyer of craft pumpkin-spiced beveragesthe jaded cliche artistof suburbia's forgotten dreamsseptember beginsfor youconnoisseur ofdark corner cafésyeah, this one's for you:caffeinated poetof redundancieswith your enigmaticphilosophical tendenciesthere aren't enoughold wool sweatersand calf lengthboots to disguiseyour lax grip on the season's fashionis effortless the ephemera extraordinaireimmortalising the fleeting momentslingering in