An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Blue Bells in the Woods Blue bells in the woods don’t sing for the lost they don’t hold hands or promise peace They just ring
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Oh Nile, the river vast and wise, Beneath the sun and ancient skies. You flow through sands, through time untold, A lifeline born of myths and gold.
By Wan Nabeabout a year ago in Poets
The night unfolded, calm and deep, where rivers dream and shadows sleep. The wind hummed low, a tender tune, and all the while, I watched the moon.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Every Summer Has to End eShe laughed in gold, barefoot on the quiet lane, hair a tumble, voice like heat, calling my name again
in search of peace and solitude wander off the beaten path get lost in the luscious land drink in the intoxicating fragrance of the ripened produce
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Not in the brittle certainty of stone, Nor in the rigid scaffold, cold and known, But deep within the loam where questions sprout,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
We are the colors of rainbows. I created Native American music from my Native Choctaw heritage. I am mosaic of DNA and so fed up with MAGA
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Wildflowers and clovers Grew Where she shed her skin Donning her feathers Flew As her freedom began Soaring the clouds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
What is it about the water? Is it that I am Earth, and my dry, parched soul desperate for divine liquidity, so that I can take root,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll disappear Delete my socials, battery dead Go somewhere that the skies are clear And I can clear my head
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
You were wearing your brother’s old sweatshirt, the one with the fraying collar you always said felt like armor. We were near the creek,
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Black is my colour, Black means death to many, But in my world, It means closing the door on anger, And; Opening one to a new world,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
