An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
They stand— Tall, unwavering, As if they were the first to rise When the earth learned how to breathe. Trees— Not just wood and leaf,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Swish, swish, swishing to an eventual still. Grass beneath bare feet, wind on a damp face, whispers of what’s lost— a distant memory,
By Phoenix Vogelabout a year ago in Poets
Morning meditation, balcony side, seated in lotus Closed eyes flicker mid rumination Attention diverted, my head tilts, eyes wide open
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Not blank, this page—a pregnant, humming void, A quantum state of What is yet to be; Where every choice is simultaneously
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
They plucked me from my branches before I was yet ripe, tempted by my velveteen softness, skin that blushed delicately, and freckled in the July sun.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction I have written about Ravens before, here: This is my sixty-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Counting my blessings amid my grief feels like a chore much like raking these leaves earth fallen blades, stick it to me vibes
The Devil’s Tower rises from earth to heaven, bark turned to stone, 800 feet of column carved straight into the sky. Some say it was once a tree —
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
Soft as morning dew, Gentle as a dream unfolding, The rabbit moves— A fragile whisper of life, Yet stronger than it seems.
In the stillness of the grass, It moves unseen, A ribbon of silence, A whisper of the earth itself. The serpent does not rush,
Why Do I Walk Each Day I walk to be at one with my life and my god the stone path bends beneath my feet the church bell waits among the peaks
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Birds should live to be free A bird should never be caged God made them to be free their wings are built for distance their song is meant to be heard
