An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM* ~ Even the mirror flinches when I look at it. I changed my name, my voice, my eyes—
By Kodahabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson whispers fall, the wind carries fading gold— time dissolves to dusk.
By Sara Cabout a year ago in Poets
Dark shadows converge. Sombre trees, sentiently stand— Secrets lie interred
By S. J. Leahyabout a year ago in Poets
Threads Between Worlds By Hasnain Shah In the stillness of night, when the air hums with the quiet of stars, I sometimes wonder
By Hasnain Shahabout a year ago in Poets
The river waited for me, still as breath, its surface dark as unbroken glass. I bent above it, seeking the spark, the word,
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
At last, the path climbed beyond earth and air. Mountains split to let me pass, clouds opened their silver gates, and I entered the hall where gods should dwell.
It was not fire. It was not voice. It came clothed in wings that cut the air like blades, each feather a shard of light.
I follow the echo, a sound older than sound, thread of breath drawn through the hollow of nothing. The forests hush. The oceans lean closer.
Hands that chill. Rustled Leaves. Paints of colours, wind beats. Flutter. Dance. Last fall.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Just as the world tilts forward one night I rise from my rest to the fire's soft light. The flames spring steady their warmth holding near
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Poets
Did you ever see a sunrise born within thunder and rain? I did today. I saw, as day broke through the night. Looking like a battle, the darkness didn’t want to seem to pass for the light to come, but at some point, nonetheless it did.
By 竜鶴about a year ago in Poets
translucent membranes deteriorate, lattice in linen remains K.B. Silver
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
