An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Furious fire ants intriguing to watch, but not too close regarding that if bit, quite the itch that will encroach on you momentarily
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Small ants with a bite that itches, looks like a pimple, Try not to scratch!
Introduction This is my fifty-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. A similar picture inspired this poem:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
I buried my fears in the earth so deep, Tucked them away where no one would peep. Each worry a seed, each tear a stone, Growing in silence, I stood alone.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Has Began Morning has began a new day opens wide light spills across the fields birds rise in song the air tastes fresh and sweet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In a world that trembles, cracked and worn, Where dreams lie shattered, hearts are torn, A whisper stirs through fields of gray,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
How To Speak Silently: Become a whisper in the wind. Become a pause before a thought. Become the seeds sown in the winter,
By Mama Magdaleneabout a year ago in Poets
It happens in the quiet, A small surrender of balance- Like the breath before rain, Or the hush before a hand Finally lets go.
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
I caged her among wildflowers, their petals disguising the bars, afraid to let her roam free, terrified of her power, her ability to fiercely claw
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Creepy little things that scatters in the light Infestation, yikes!
The Cat Shat in My Shoe The cat shat in my shoe not the corner not the litter tray not the garden like cats are meant to do
The Dog Pissed on My Bed The dog pissed on my bed not the floor not the rug not the spot by the door but the bed Right where I lay my head
