An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Blue sky with the yellow pearl Is engulfed by the azure setting A moving reflection catches my eye The yellow circle is slightly scattered
By Lisa Pulliamabout a year ago in Poets
set for (a) time, while gently scrutinizing breathing, i watch the contraction of a line. a movement, not in body, but in mind.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Footsteps echo on the cobblestone path The air was sticky and charged with the anticipation of rain Barely blooming bulbs busy with buzzing bumblebees
By Tattoos & Tarotabout a year ago in Poets
My eyes close as sunshine glides between oxygen filled spaces The sound of sea foam and waves crashing Basking under sun drenched sky the water glistens in its own meditation
By Theresa Marie Cainabout a year ago in Poets
It begins with a hush so wide you could walk across it— a pond before the stone, skin of the world stretched, waiting. ***
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
The Wind Can’t Keep a Secret I told the wind my secrets, he blabbed it to the world, shouted through the chimneys, left my quiet heart unfurled.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Echo From The Mountaintops Echo from the mountaintops, where earth and heaven meet, lift your voice in quiet strength, let it rise on steady feet.
It's peak of summer, beach days are here time to head to the ocean, fetch salty water in tiny buckets, and dig the wet sand,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
breathe in, breathe out the sharp and humid tang of brilliance flashes over lulls in breeze-blown splashes measuring seconds in heartbeats
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I saw a little flower by cobbled stone With roots in cracks, it stands alone. No garden bed, no gentle care, Just dust and wind, sun and rain.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Golden sparkles glimmering in the sunlight, Rhythmic waves pushing and pulling with the ocean’s might, Rays penetrate deep into the depths,
By Jesse Leungabout a year ago in Poets
