An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Stars are bright and buoyant I strive to be like them Looking positive in the dark sky High above the world looking over us
By Desiree treml7 years ago in Poets
To the harvest moon, you say your prayers. Asking why man made lights shine there. They are so beautiful and inviting. But ultimately dangerous and frightening.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
Wild in the deserts Of Egypt and Sudan, Grows hard and bitter fruit Called gurma in the land. Harvested and hoarded Somewhere in the shade,
By Kate Rauner7 years ago in Poets
Amazing how a tree rooted in the ground, tentacled deep into soil–– can be excused for yielding to the strength of the storm.
By Kate Minnow7 years ago in Poets
O! Dear Mountain, Why did you do this to me? You taught me how to walk, On Rocks and Lose soil, Only to send me back to where,
By Creative Hub7 years ago in Poets
The night air is heavy and the world is shaded. There has been anticipation since the sunlight faded. In your dreams you think of canes of candy and bells of a sleigh.
People tell me that I should be stronger. Because that is where the truth lies. But I am honest no longer. I admit, I have no alibis.
Make me wet, I told the clouds. They looked dark and so did strain. I laughed out loud. Because yesterday, it rained.
I am angry. I’m angry with you. Why is that so hard to say? Because society has trained us to keep our emotions bottled up,
By Taylor Nelson7 years ago in Poets
A storm is rising and the sky is growing darker by the minute. As I lie down on the softness of my bed, I am surrounded by the sound of rain and thunder.
By Mary Bee7 years ago in Poets
Crystal water as still as Narcissus’s pond, surrounding spruce trees cast a flawless image with winter air crisps thy morning breath,
By Karen Chapero7 years ago in Poets
If you falter, Fear not the consequence, Fight the legions of Pride and Wrath, For there is only one truth above all.
By Nathan Fox7 years ago in Poets