An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Reverence, majesty and power to The first lantern ever lit - Celestially created from the Heavens, divinely glowing Illuminating the vast nothingness above and below
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Poets
Fall sighs with satisfaction another season is done Imagination buzzes as winter’s-folly comes There's a howl on the breeze
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Wet soil sticks to my skin. It clings to the crevices Lining my palms with fate. I have leaves under my nails, Invertebrates in my eyes.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
Beneath the sun, so proud, so free, There stands a humble guava tree. Its branches stretch with quiet grace, A giver’s heart in nature’s space.
By Jmdi Zain12 months ago in Poets
I’m a feral housewife Full of ravaging vibrant life Dancing in my fanciful Forest wild and free of Man’s created strife
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
The moon was so bright that it made me stare in awe and then she showed up ✨ in her golden gown of fire licking the sky
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Plants in my dwelling Tell each other in sunlight How happy they are. I have finally re-potted the two aloe plants I got in tiny seeding containers about three weeks ago and a lemon tree with a fruit I bought the day before yesterday.
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Poets
Beetles, bugs and worms Await to dine on your flesh Natures carnivores
I’m a witness of so many memories Souls came to me when the sun is dazzling. Always there, like I was carved into forever—
By Parvathy12 months ago in Poets
I am full of colour; sometimes, my colour fades, Darkness sets in, I cry and feel low; I smile often, And I can be confident,
By Carol Ann Townend12 months ago in Poets
All my favorite colors, displays them as you please, supreme writher with the seas. Dullards still play guess the cheese. Anyway, Dear Moon,
By Willem Indigo12 months ago in Poets
It begins in silence; not an empty silence but in the hush of trees listening, the whisper of snow pressed flat by hooves,
By Autumn Stew12 months ago in Poets
