An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
She wasn’t the loudest in the room. In fact, most days, you might not have noticed her at all. But if you looked closer, past the silence and into the stillness behind her eyes, you’d see it—
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
In Another Life She pours his tea and watches steam rise like words she cannot say He laughs and nods but never sees the ache she hides each day
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Last Dance of the Butterfly She circled once above the weeds then settled near the garden wall a slip of light with paper wings
The Crocodile Slayer He came with a grin and a battered old case mud on his boots and lines on his face The locals all whispered behind their hands
Sparkly sun shower Sunrays catch raindrops dancing for you, sunflower.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Burr Shivering Cold Finger feel like ice Numbness in hand and feet Just chilling Why is the AC so low? Hot on the outside
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
this. Why do the linguistic seeds I plant Isn't. flower into blooms of deep thought an. when sometimes, just sometimes acrostic. I want to laugh at the insanity and ridiculous
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
If you’ve been around the block, Moving from place to next place: Wouldn’t you say for every street, Was something of the same?
By Kali Mailhotabout a year ago in Poets
Sea Wash Your Troubles Away Salt on your lips and wind in your face the sea doesn’t care for your pride or your place no questions, no answers, no need to explain
On this primavera mañana My little niña hija Sits in the backyard jardín Under the azul cielo Playing with her oso de peluche
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
In velvet hush, beneath a beam of light, A glass-topped case displays the earth’s pure might. Not loud with voice, nor moving limb or breath,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
I bend not because I break, but because I know you’ll come undone when I do. I hold the silence like silk between my teeth,
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
