An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
With every step she takes, she feels herself elevate. Chasing new dreams that felt so far... she can now touch that shooting star.
By Christina Vanhaerentsabout a year ago in Poets
Post Nubes Lux After Clouds, Light rain on the horizon, what a fretful sight. - The sky is alive, A cacophony of fright
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
We speak of light as weightless, pure, A thing of beam and fleeting glance, That paints the world, a swift assurance, A dancer in the vast expanse.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
When we grow up, we may add imagery to our skin in the form of tattoos. Yet, as we grow, our skin may form imagery all on its own.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
I saw the lights and they did glow City streets where we abode I walked a path no one did know Suburban blights were no less slow
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
I never believed what the blue mountains said of me, that I was luminary. I listened to beige pebbles, that played inside trickling streams,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Today, a hawk circled for an hour and a half overhead— watching. Hunting. Below, I floated, cocooned in water’s embrace,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
Not built, but breathed, from chaos’ forge, A titan born where continents collide. The primal roar, a seismic surge, Lifted this sovereign, stony-eyed,
Introduction I saw the startlingly excellent painting shared on Facebook by The Reiki Cat Lady here: This led me to the artists page which you can find here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the velvet hush of tangerine light, thoughts creep like mycelium, trendrilling through synapses, until fingertips tingle,
Take a right at the end of the long dirt road and just keep going. Pass by the lone pine tree struck by lightning in the storm of July 4th some 25 years ago. Stay with the deer trail until you reach the creek that meanders through the hardy meadows. Walk upstream to where it forks, and take the eastern branch. Watch for cows when you reach Farmer Henry’s. You’ll know it by the foreboding signs. Keep your eyes and ears open and your head low. The black bull will kill you if it can.
By mesaabout a year ago in Poets
