An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Mountain Mist I climb where the air grows thin, clouds curling like smoke around jagged stone. The wind bites, and the world shrinks
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
oh, to travel the paths that you’ve blazed setting the scene for the love songs we’ve made even holding the constellations in your gaze
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
This is a double acrostic ( shadow) poem Red, orange, and yellow leaves reflect on calm river. Each one creates a peaceful and mirror - like image.
By Darla M Seely11 months ago in Poets
We feel the rain on our nose; The biting wind as it blows, Feel the rough bark of a tree; Fresh falling snow that we see.
The words are etched in stone, My mouth is full of tar. What can I say to you that hasn’t already been said? Are you lonely?
By Trinity H11 months ago in Poets
Windows Learn to Breathe I woke to glass that held its fog, a quiet, milky sheath— as if the night forgot to leave, as if the walls had teeth.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Tomorrow Still Believes The night may come with heavy steps, It may forget the light it knew, The wind may turn its face away,
Some sounds echo through pain, others heal it.Between them — the fragile space where our choices live. In the heat of a fight, someone fires a gun.
By Erian Lin Grant11 months ago in Poets
Once, I knew a gal so free and wild. No man could stop her And make her settle down in the pasture. She ran hard. She ran fast.
By Dean Traylor11 months ago in Poets
The Day I Stopped Saying Sorry By[Ali Rehman] There wasn’t one single moment. No thunderclap, no grand revelation. Just a quiet morning, a cold cup of tea,
By Ali Rehman11 months ago in Poets
Sultry heat is but a memory Stifling sweat hangs suspended Blustery breezes Gusty winds and colder nights Verdancy gives way to rich earth tones
By Alexandra Grant11 months ago in Poets
You Still Exist in My Mornings By[Ali Rehman] The alarm goes off at 6:45 a.m. I hit snooze — twice. You’d laugh if you saw that. You always said I treated alarms like negotiations.
