An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Morning Came Too Soon I watched the clock, waiting Morning seemed far away Then after I dozed off to sleep Morning came too soon
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Oh, how I hate the interstate, the dull cadence of conformity stretching miles into the gray. Give me a two-lane sunbleached blacktop
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
Lilacs are in bloom In land of the Midnight Sun Vibrant Alaska Copyright © 6/28/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 If you like ♡ my scribbles, hit the subscribe button. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
A familiar shape. Like the gentle slope of hills, he rests as grey moss.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden3 months ago in Poets
Dazzling brilliant sun A hot cloudless summer's day A perfect cerulean sky Off to the beach we go today. A dynamic canvas of vibrant blue sea
By Elizabeth Woods3 months ago in Poets
On the solstice in June Under a full Strawberry Moon Within a field of wild flowers Dancing under the meteor showers Barefooted, in her gown of white
By Mother Combs3 months ago in Poets
A flock of storks spread their wings, you'd think it's crossbows flying through the sky. Even perched above the mosque, they're still strangers to the sweetness of a genuine smile.
By el hariti adil3 months ago in Poets
Dew falls gently on my shoulders As it sparkles like jewels on the grass The freshness of a new day Reminds me that the night has passed
By Cheryl E Preston3 months ago in Poets
They race across the morning sky, With silver feet that never tire. No map to hold, no road to trace, Only the whisper of the wind's desire.
By Samara Pollyana 3 months ago in Poets
Introduction In the current hot weather, we have to make sure our green stuff is well watered. This is the first time I have tried a Dodoitsu
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Roses From His Heart He never spoke in grand and shining words, Never reached for promises dressed in gold, Instead he carried quiet in his hands,
Introduction This is my hundred-and-eighth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and magical artwork. This is a Gwawdodyn Byr
