An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I have been desperate to believe in something since I was a little girl bereft of family stories . (those don’t get passed on
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA11 months ago in Poets
Morning dew still clings, crane’s cry cleaves the hush of dawn, autumn breath exhales.
By Printique Studios11 months ago in Poets
Sharing the night with something special, watching you rise above the skyline. Like a romantic setting, the moon is beautiful,
By Jerome Smith-Pula11 months ago in Poets
A Deep Dark Night in the Jungle A deep dark night in the jungle breathes, Where vines hang low like secret dreams, And creatures whisper through the shadows,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
This is a double acrostic (shadow) poem. The air feels thin, calm, sharp, frozen works of art. Hoarfrost appears on cold nights, we sit by the hearth.
By Darla M Seely11 months ago in Poets
My Beloved moon, I stand under your iridescent light, in awe. Your beauty enchants me, your silver glow bathing me in such serenity.
By Jennisea Standing Rock11 months ago in Poets
The Sky Forgot Blue This morning, the heavens wore borrowed gray shoes, a sepia ceiling that swallowed the views. The gulls looked like erasers smudging the light,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
We were the trees Sturdy on the land We gave life to one another We lived hand in hand The core of us the tree trunks Arms embracing, leaves
By Raine Fielder11 months ago in Poets
Nocturne in Bare Feet The house exhaled; I slipped the clock and wandered off the sheet, Let midnight find its lullaby in nocturne, bare of feet.
The Sound of the Frost It begins in silence— a hush that leans against the pane, where moonlight listens to the breath of the sleeping earth.
By charles chaiko11 months ago in Poets
Pray for Jamaica The skies have cried too long this week, their tears have drowned the singing fields, the rivers roared like restless drums,
