An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait one morn he strode with antlers tall, firm hand bent back my bow
By Joe O’Connor12 months ago in Poets
The Balancing Act Two cows in the yard. One grounded, one bold. The first stands steady. The second climbs high. Hooves on shoulders.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Rufescent amber and gold flamboyantly glows Against an ashen sky and black trunks wet As harvest pays the labourers debt And natures signaling chilled wind blows
By Susan Loblaw12 months ago in Poets
Petals droop under the weight, Leaves ripped from their tether, Sprinting towards the nearest gate, Ducking for cover from the weather,
By Samantha Smith12 months ago in Poets
Dear Mama Luna, Though you gracefully greet us with your white carpet entrance night after night, I never tire of gazing upon you with immense wonder and delight.
By Sherie Ramos12 months ago in Poets
Caged and crying, in the car, It’s to the vet we’re bound, To have her cut and opened up, Her fertile womb unwound. For weeks now she’s been crying fast.
By Bernard Bleske12 months ago in Poets
Love burns like dawn, yet fades when night draws near, A fragile flame that trembles in the storm; Its glow a promise whispered soft and clear,
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Poets
You roll in my ashes trying to rekindle the flame With hot and cold flashes set your site and take aim Striking the matches
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
This is such a beautiful song written by Ben Shive and Andrew Peterson, and I feel blessed to be able to share it. I hope it moves your heart as it does mine.
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Hello to Autumn The leaf steps out, his boots are strong. The path is red, the trees are gold. He lifts a cup, the steam drifts high.
Spring’s gleam of overwhelming light Completes the creeping birth of dawn, Sates fleeting winter's looming flight Through obscured shades of beauty’s brawn.
By Cindy Calder12 months ago in Poets
There you are... my midnight confidant keeper of my secrets patiently listening to a repeat episode of my hopes and dreams
