An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I ride beneath a sun that scorches gold, Each mile a prayer, each shadow born of flame. Her whispers haunt the dunes—so soft, so bold,
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
"Ash and cinder scattered across the night skies." The flame consumed itself, yet its shadow bound me. I carry it still—
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
Love is so fleeting, Like the autumn leaves changing. There is beauty here.
By kylie Arnesonabout a year ago in Poets
Countless brittle flames, Blemished chocolate pumpkin shades, Whisper secret songs.
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Poets
"The earth remembers, and the sky awaits." The roots sink deep where silence keeps its store, they drink the sorrow buried in the clay.
"What bends in storm will rise again in sky." The branches reach though storms may tear them wide, their fingers aching for a distant flame.
"The branches caught her hair, the storm pulled her on, yet still she pressed toward the light ahead." The branches reach where blossoms once had grown,
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps." The soil remembers every step you made, its silence carries what I could not keep.
"Even the roots knew his name. Even the light bowed to him at dusk." The roots reach down where memory is sown, their tendrils gripping soil with whispered care.
Blossoms, Eostre’s essence, diminish into darkness. Still, I am reborn. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
"The stars remember. The Earth records." The stars remember what the soul has lost, the nightjar sings where silence learns to stay.
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps." The wind still pauses where your breath once lay,
