An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
In the rhythm of life, where melodies entwine, Good music takes us on a journey, divine. Harmonies weaving, like a tapestry so bright,
By FAITH LOVEYabout a year ago in Poets
(—A Pilgrimage Interrupted) I. The Ones Who Remember (Xel-Ha, Mexico – Reverence) In the mystical lands of Mexico, trees walk slowly toward the water—
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
The night sky splits— a black canvas torn by the bright shards of a broken god’s son. Each meteor: a sliver of Phaethon’s shame,
Beneath the cloak of silent skies, An owl awoke with ancient eyes. Its feathers brushed the midnight air, A whisper born of thought and care.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, where shadows play, A fox appears at the edge of day. With amber eyes that softly gleam, It moves like whispers through a dream.
Upon the roof in silver light, A cat appeared in the hush of night. Its paws were soft, its steps unseen, A shadow stitched in moonlit sheen.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a place behind my home where silence blooms in color. My garden. My living journal. My sanctuary. Each plant here
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
