An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
This is not the end. Brilliant, they fall through chill air Provender for Spring *** Anyone who follows me on Vocal knows I love the colors of Fall. I also love the metamorphosis that follows.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
an old coat in change storm in fall upon the ground in between a dream (London, 19th September 2025)
By Lyrical Logicabout a year ago in Poets
My brain is a branch reflecting on how lovely it was to hold you
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
I feel your absence in every wind that passes you were home to me
Dear Moon, my silent guardian, Tonight, your light drifts like a silver sigh across the world, softening the edges of my restless thoughts.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Vibrant autumn leaves baring their colors like teeth Laughing as they fall
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
i sank with the leaves hoping the weight of my love would pull you down too
crimson rain dances, swept by gusty winds, tired leaves fall away, silence now. I just discovered the expression 'backend' now that I was researching words to describe autumn colors.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Poets
Does it ever feel effortless to you, the way you break the silence— not with noise, but with a sentence so precise that it rearranges the air between us?
rooted in soil that feeds the decay when blossoms were blooming, they were all cut away the veins meant for growth, often feeling betrayed
Hanoi’s autumn, so soft, so near, A tender breeze, a sky so clear. The golden leaves drift through the lane, A quiet song, a sweet refrain.
By Leyla Bidovaabout a year ago in Poets
Crisp, burnt hues falling, Calling, howling, siren sings, Vein foliage rests.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
