An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Road scattered with blue dragonflies Tiny streaks lighting up my eyes Reprogramming my mind once more Focusing on what matters to me
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
The summer stretches out, Endless, hungry, seeking. The heat like warm breath on my face. The longer the sun touches skin,
By Laura Lann2 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Horizon No soul has named this crimson sea. Its waves remember what we hide. The stars refuse to tell the truth. They simply watch the endless tide.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Watching Flower Beneath a sky of faded silver, A lonely flower learned to wait. Its petals curled around one watcher, An ancient eye that challenged fate.
Moonlit Crossing The moon climbed high above rooftops, Pouring silver on the quiet stream. An old bridge carried silent footsteps, As though it walked inside a dream.
Moldavite They say you fell from a burning sky, A green-eyed ember wrapped in flame. The earth still carries where you landed, And nothing living stayed the same.
dusk by the lake shore time to reflect in silence solitude heals all. Note: I cherish this solitude in nature to cleanse clutter from my mind.
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
Hello rain my constant friend i hear you knocking on my window pain. Do you want to come in? Is that what it is? Or are you here for my remembering?
By WrittenWritRalf2 months ago in Poets
Not yet! We can’t go to sleep - it's too early! It’s summer, school’s out, And it’s not dark yet! We wanna stay up for the fireworks!
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Poets
Whistling Wind The whistling, whirling wind arrived, Dragging old ghosts through broken trees. It rattled windows long forgotten, Carrying whispers no soul should keep.
Poop on Them First Some folks throw mud with a crooked grin, Waiting and hoping your doubts creep in. They gossip, sneer, and play their game, Thinking they’ll leave you carrying blame.
The sun rises Stirring the world awake With a subtle display. Something is stirring inside me A heart that is not quite new.
By Brittany Callaway2 months ago in Poets
