nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
At Dawn
At dawn, the early morning dew sends chills of excitement down my spine, woahs of wonder echo across the void of vast grass, a place of pleasantry, a place of rest, a place where all wild things run free. Across the air fly birds, brilliant splashes of color against the pale, pink sky. Spiders cast delicate whisps of silk into the breeze. As the day wears on, I think of tomorrow. I wait and wait as I fall asleep. I smile. Dawn is on its way, waiting for me to come tomorrow.
By Cheyenne Marie7 years ago in Poets
My Own Place
Anger, Fear, Worry, WoeSend me to a place only I knowCrystal clear water cascades down the wallsThe rocks as smooth as rubber ballsDreamy blue horizons caress the sky Flossy white clouds float gently bySweet soft breezes sweep over my faceThey never have a change of paceWords of wisdom travel on the windThey don't care if I have sinned
By Shannon Bartie7 years ago in Poets