An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I track you through the marrow of the trees, their ribs creaking in the cold like a prayer half-said. You move ahead of me — shadow, breath, pulse —
By E.S.Flint 11 months ago in Poets
As I sit here in the dark staring at the stars celestial witnesses secret keepers lumen listeners confession hearers wish holders
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
I go into the fields without weapons, only my empty hands. I walk slowly through the grass Each blade brushing lightly against my hands
By E. C. Mira11 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Eats Clouds He said he could taste the sky, That every cloud had its own song, He’d stretch his arms and close his eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
what do I endeavor to find; what is my long-sought grail? it is but this: I hunt for a hunt pressing through ceaseless gale.
By Gabriel Huizenga11 months ago in Poets
The forest holds its breath. Under my boots, the soil still hums— dark, damp, alive—its scent rises like the memory of rain.
By Dagmar Goeschick11 months ago in Poets
Teeth bared, feet on the ground, Baited breath that makes no sound Hearts beat for a moment as one Hunter and prey and a low, dying sun.
By M. A. Mehan 11 months ago in Poets
A Letter to the Sea I wrote a letter to the tide, And threw it where the breakers fell, It carried words I could not speak,
The desert is fast. That is the way you have to be here. If you wish to survive, do not let your feet grow roots, lest they be burned for standing in one
By Sara Elise MacDougall 11 months ago in Poets
Moon, my mama is across the ocean Moon, I am the one across the ocean Moon, my ribs opened up and now my heart, My heart is in the ocean too
By Ella Bogdanova11 months ago in Poets
Oh moon, Oh dear moon, It has been a while, Since I have talked to you, To your shining figure. Oh moon, Oh dear moon,
By Rebecca Patton11 months ago in Poets
I gaze upon the silver, loving moon, Who guides my solitary, winding way. Her silent company, my only boon While quietly I contemplate the day.
By Cierra Walls11 months ago in Poets
