An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
My lovely lady Here I am again & here you are Steadfast Unmoving A beacon of hope & comfort in mourning A light that shines
By Kay Storey11 months ago in Poets
Timeβs Second Language I learned the first language earlyβ calendar grammar, clock syntax, The verb that ticks. ~~ But time keeps a second tongue,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
I saw the sun rise her golden glow a glorious fanfare of light and warmth evicting the darkness smiling sunshine with happy disregard
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
Miigwech Giizis or Thank you, Moon Twenty thirteen and not too soon My moon time ended When we unfriended Intended It was June
By Denise E Lindquist11 months ago in Poets
"Thine eyes do glisten, Peneus' child, Your manners are meek, sweet, and mild. How you glisten beneath my rays," Spoke Apollo on his lazy days.
By Emily Marie Concannon11 months ago in Poets
Oh, Keeper of my heart and giver of luminous light, How many nights will you pause, loitering, observing, while I wade upon the shore. Adding my salty teardrops to the raging sea.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
The Gentle Bird A gentle bird begins to sing, While morning waits to find its hue. It holds a blossom in its beak, As though it knows what hope can do.
By βΏ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
What heavy sweetness fills the basket worn Each berry stains my fingers dark with proof That summer yields her treasures to be torn
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
I was born empty, a beast, always hunting for a soul of my own.
By Lizzy Rose11 months ago in Poets
She went to the lake when the sky was bruised with dusk, her heart heavier than her shadow. βI am terrified of marriage,β she confessed, and the water rippled as if listening.
By S.E.Linn11 months ago in Poets
Listen to the waves. Can you hear the sound? The rapid beating of my heart. Screaming as you drowned. * You dance across my body.
By Bradley Ramsey11 months ago in Poets
