An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I sit here in the dark a soft night breeze gently blows on me and my hair sways to the tempo of crickets singing the song of their people
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
As a young child I splashed through puddles With joyful abandon Drops of water flying Like scattered confetti Shimmering prisms of glitter
By Mary K Brackettabout a year ago in Poets
The earth is still and silent Golden rays beam Reaching the soft current Like threads of a seam Silence ends And shimmer shines
By Shaina Vueabout a year ago in Poets
They said the sky had fallen. But I knew that it knew that sometimes the world just needs a gentle hug, and that the answers we all search for,
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
The Day the Sky Forgot to Be Blue By Hammad Gul It happened without warning— no thunder, no drama, no sudden shiver in the air.
By hammadgulabout a year ago in Poets
before man gave meaning to time and motion, a large sphere constructing photons vowed to forever shine with a wealth of luminous diamonds.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a place where the water swirls when it moves, as if remembering what it feels like to emerge. It's better to be alone here,
By Kathy Tsoukalasabout a year ago in Poets
Light Breaks Water Dark water waits, flat and cold, its surface holding the weight of night. Then the light comes, not soft,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Your heavenly molecules On my earthly molecules Nature’s mirror dance Of glowing bodies Waves creeping in slowly Swelling and returning
By Leslie Writesabout a year ago in Poets
your summer began at calendar heat but mine was two rainless prisms l i n g e r i n g above the canyon floor scattered god rays
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
A sitting duck, across the pond. She floats alone, but not for long. Her feathers gleam, and catch the eye of a lonely sailor
By Samantha Elisabethabout a year ago in Poets
My gaze dances around the frosted plains, Drinking in all that my body could handle. The life, now slowly evading the once colorful trees,
By Selma about a year ago in Poets
