An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A gentle river meanders through mountains, bound for the ocean.
By Harper Lewis 12 months ago in Poets
At dusk, I walk the orchard rows— the air still sweet with apple rain. The trees breathe stories no one knows, their roots remembering his name.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales12 months ago in Poets
I always did love the smell after a storm. Perhaps that’s why I always stay.
By Lillith.Poetry12 months ago in Poets
Someone is out near the road crying. Are they on it, by it, two miles away? I don’t know, but someone, not something,
By Sam Eliza Green12 months ago in Poets
I know too much about heartache and not enough about miracles. Strangely, I am engulfed by the titanic mouth older than this realm,
The air was cold last night. The wind brought the chill through an open window. The dogs reminded me that they need to go out…now.
By Carl Hartman12 months ago in Poets
I imagine autumn the way the storytellers promised— air so crisp it cracks when you breathe, smoke curling from chimneys,
By Brie Boleyn12 months ago in Poets
Brittle air assaults my nostrils, crackling in my head as I inhale deeply, savoring its crisp, clean bite. Morning coffee
By Dana Crandell12 months ago in Poets
Orange Red Yellow And sometimes brown Some spikey Some holey Some big Some small Some wet Some dry Some crunch Some stick to your shoe
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
I am not a runaway I have been reclaimed By my true mother I snuggle into her bosom Finally safe and warm Basking in the sun
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
Sad is this time of the demise of intellect, They don’t have to be correct, Their blathering oft ill-conceived. They only need to be believed.
By Thomas Durbin12 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventy-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
