An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The forest is perfectly safe. That's what the mayor tells the tourists, while unveiling another cheerful trail map decorated with smiling mushrooms that never blink during daylight.
By Kaori Knight 2 months ago in Poets
The World Stands on Standby It feels like the world’s on standby again, Holding its breath through unbearable flame. The sky wears a fever no rain can erase, As summer returns with a psychotic face.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Hair rising as if it were alive, I typed out the end of my answer, And with bated breath, I pushed send. Rumbles of thunder entered my ears,
By Rebecca Patton2 months ago in Poets
There was once a great idea that meant too much And as the world went on, people forgot that such things were there They hustled, and bustled, and lived their lives, and such
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
Life took a different turn Than I had planned in those former, finer years Exposed to adversity, I left behind The person I once was
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
I see a random stone on the edge of a road. The most thought I give is of moving it away. But how often would I think of how it got there in the first place?
By Gabriel B. Shames2 months ago in Poets
Rainy Skies Go Dark Now Rainy skies go dark now, Clouds gather without sound. The daylight slowly disappears, As silence wraps around.
Sometimes I can’t tell if I hear it or feel it: friction in the air, not quite enough to create a spark, just the crackle that says
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
Out to sea, ebb subsiding, feel the tide turning, beware the undertow, swimming too far from shore for just one more ride,
🥀 Roses’ scents swirl lazily 🥀 Yellow, white, elegant tones swish happily Yes, sway. 🥀 Yet thorns’ sharp pricks surprise even
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 months ago in Poets
I Won’t Argue Over Tomorrow I won’t argue over tomorrow, It has not spoken my name. Today is the gift I hold close, Before it fades away.
Today’s the day the world changed. I wasn’t there—or maybe something that wasn’t me yet was. Nature opened her coral seas, serenading
