An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
There's a crack in the world, A rift in the valley, And we’re all going down. Ain’t no place to turn, Ain’t no place to hide,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is my sixty-first 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
No wonder the cock flew over the garden wall Haiku What big teeth you have Amazing cocks and hens teeth That first bite says all
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The ocean breeze draws near to me a scent of salt and spray of sea. The colors of the sunset glow as if the sky is burning slow.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Eyes plastered open Iris rapidly shrinking Face suddenly veiled Shrouded, unreadable Left this plane Slipped the ground
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
smiling in checkout lines kneeling in pews a child can raise the gun and doesn’t look much different than you * a father can betray his ring
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Sunburnt cattails whip in the breeze. Distant child laughter is heard as they go jumping into a pool. The kids are soon to go back to school.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
"Every life is worth saving." I've never forgotten those words by Doc Thomas, an old veterinarian still working well into his 80's. There was no gray area there for him, if it could be saved, he was going to save it. Period.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The birds fell dead from the sky The birds fell dead from the sky no warning no storm to blame they dropped in the streets like rain
The camera never lies The lens is cold and watching it does not bend or flatter it takes the face you carry and holds it without mercy
Before any dawn had kissed the void, before the stars took flight, the deep was wrapped in a shadow’s shroud, And day hadn’t yet met night.
By Liz Burtonabout a year ago in Poets
