An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The trees were slowly sprouting their fruit. The skies were brighter, and the dirts filled with roots. My heart raised with happiness.
By Gentherly Coronado6 years ago in Poets
Nature is one of the most beautiful things in the world Nature is animals living peacefully in their warm, comfortable homes
By Carolina Leon6 years ago in Poets
He moves swiftly through the trees, His paws make no sound on the leaves. The birds chirp sweet nothingness, His light grey eyes glow in the darkness.
By Leigha Marchant6 years ago in Poets
Winter, falling softly… how many days have we seen? Where grass doesn’t dare grow, for fear of losing green? Winter Wonder is no more, the floor is cold as Ice.
By The Rainbow Ram6 years ago in Poets
I woke up on the wrong side of bed today Where a wrong stare or a sigh can make you pay I just want you all to go away Inhale some peace and later eat some cake
By LIFE MAZI6 years ago in Poets
She is the epitome of the ocean; graceful, yet unpredictable. Representing the greatest creation, that Earth has to offer.
By Nathan Cherenzia6 years ago in Poets
Perched on a rock as still as a statue Waiting for the moon to shine Her pack behind her Waiting, watching like a crowd of children
By blazina love6 years ago in Poets
I was moss but you were a dandelion yellow. He was your Forrest fire turning your yellows to brown just from sight, as I sit stuck on my rock above you having to witness the damage being done.
By Incipient Poet6 years ago in Poets
Dirt, sand, gravel, tar roads and rivers, slowly winding trails clouds, winds, stirring grass, tasks mountains full of beauty, and tracks
By Pippa Ramirez6 years ago in Poets
Above the tide - line the grey rocks are splashed with close growing lichen. Beneath them are the vivid orange-brown and sienas of wracked weeds.
By Aaliyah Shaw6 years ago in Poets
I feel we all have this place.. this location.. the destination we would eventually like to get to. In the end of it all.. Will we ever get there? are we ready to reach our final destination? Do we know what our final destination really entails?
By Kyah Davina6 years ago in Poets
My reflection reminds me where I am Who I am And how the two do not belong together The flies in the yard remind me of the tabanos
By Carter Ward6 years ago in Poets