An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Olivine In the emerald of the evening I was devised in the celestial ether, within a shooting star, viridescent blood, rich with tungsten
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
To be as an unseen sentence in an unread novel, one must study the art of the unfound fossil. By burying yourself beneath sediment and grime,
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
The Giraffe, the Horse and the Falcon The giraffe stood still at the edge of dust tall and quiet, built on trust he saw too far, moved too slow
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Loveliness is a virtue like no other and the One from Whom it originates is eternal. Soft tenderness and Sharon Rose petals. The Lord is here, and He is beautiful.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
Just Water, and a Place to Hide Tadpoles stir in the puddled shade, slipping through weed like a whisper made, black commas wriggling, bold and small,
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Between the pages, time softly sleeps, Holding the secrets the silence keeps. A whisper of ink, a faded sigh, Stories that lived, but never die.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Raindrops tap on the windowpane, A quiet hymn of gentle rain. The streets grow soft, the colors blur, A lullaby the skies confer.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Tilda does not flinch at us, does not ask for names. She only drinks, only waits— closer to peace than the poems we write.
By khalidabout a year ago in Poets
Twin Showers on the 29th of July 2025 The night of July twenty-nine begins the show no noise, no fuss, just sky on fire two showers cross the dark
If I Told You the Truth About Me By [waseem khan] If I told you the truth about me, you’d stop seeing the mask I wear as my real face.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
