An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
If This Heatwave Lasts Forever The pavement shimmers, skies are bare, Even the wind forgets it’s there. Birdsong softens in the trees, Searching for a cooling breeze.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
vivid tangerine don't look directly at me nobody can know the truth of my marigold heat but if you ask you can see the persimmon ideas pour
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
The Heat Wave That Never Ends The sun forgot to say goodbye, It simply stayed… Day after day. Each dawn arrived already tired, Each evening melted into grey.
All hail Ceaser, as he enters the stage Decked out in his royal toga and garland crown With flashes of deep red ruby He bedazzles the eye as he walks by
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
Did the Tin Man Ever Grow Rusty? Did the Tin Man ever slowly rust, As seasons wrapped him soft in dust? Did autumn leaves around him fall,
Did Rapunzel Use Hair-Growth Shampoo? Did Rapunzel own, concealed from sight, A magic bottle every night? “Extra Inches While You Sleep!” A fairy promise she would keep.
My grandmother counted the year by her roses. Long before anyone called across the holler, she had already wandered among them,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Tea With the Moon One sleepless night at half past two, A gentle knock came at my door. I opened it to find the moon, Who’d never visited before.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Then this one surely is a nasal treat. Though colours bright and breezy please the eye,
By Raymond G Taylor2 months ago in Poets
She stalks the jungle camouflaged, a Bengal beauty He strides the Siberian snow on snowshoe-padded paws Strong swimmers, their stripes
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Poets
one free zone to be seen ouT of the dream on this side of the looking glass noT as backwards as things already seem found aT The ending
The Man Who Collected Shadows Every evening just past dusk, When daylight breathed its final sigh, A lonely figure crossed the hills, With empty sacks held by his side.
