An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
We once stood among Joshua’s crooked arms, stone and silence holding witness to the question you asked, the one that stitched our lives together.
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Amber hush drifts wide, crickets stitch the dusk with sound, clouds sip dying flame.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
The Original Sonnet Because Shakespeare’s works are in the public domain, here is the sonnet in full: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
By Hussain about a year ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
As a child, I never understood what life was about. I feared beginning, even when I had already begun. I feared failing, not knowing
By Krizzia BWabout a year ago in Poets
Mardi Gras beads ‘round your neck, lime green tree frog clings to your rusty wrist Copyright © 9/9/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Winter’s Mouth Snow opened its mouth wide, swallowing the road. Cars huddled in silence. Their windows clouded and dim.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When the Stars Refused to Shine There was a night when even the sky turned its face away, and the stars— those faithful witnesses of every wound and wonder—
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Author's Note: On every eighth of the month, my writing group rhymes. I am including a few of my favorites for you today. We have 5 regulars for this and many more for Poem A Day In February, or PaDiF.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
The hush of winter breaks at last, its brittle silence giving way to murmurs of awakening. Buds tremble on the edges of bare twigs,
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
It really looks like it could rain She’s running through the trees Her dress is flowing in the wind And catching at her knees
By Brittany 🩷about a year ago in Poets
In the morning pallor as the world pushes forward the sun swoons the poppies to pop their flower and I miss my leaning tower
By Pixel Floydabout a year ago in Poets
