An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the cradle of twilight, where silence is deep, Where the stars stitch dreams in the fabric of sleep, A chalice is born from the hush of the night—
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
the twitching of a muscle just before things start to move the fine hairs that start to bristle in the changing of a mood
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Still as glass Reflection's past Haunted faces Touch the surface With my fingertips Disturb the silence Unwind the image
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
The clouds hang low like secrets kept, Mountains breathe where the Sasquatch slept. The lake holds still, no need to race,
By Derek Kenmuirabout a year ago in Poets
Summerized in four words: Sweltering, sweating, swept away. Sun rays penetrating skin: Red skin, shed skin, and was as if reborn
By Andrei Z.about a year ago in Poets
Autumn dusk hour, We see a cottontail rabbit, Emerging from the boxwood thickets, To nibble on the neighbor’s lawn. I ask my kid daughter,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Eight minutes later it arrives— The irradiated past Of what was but, yet, still survives After eight minutes have passed
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
A shadow lingers— not to frighten, but to stay. It knows my quiet better than voices ever may.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
A flicker clings to the silence of night, whispers of flame defying the end. Ashes recall what stars forget— a soul once burned to softly mend.
A flicker, then flame— Not fire, but memory. I was a boy once, carving ships from driftwood and sending them into waves
This is for Carolina Borges' 500 Reads Haiku Challenge. 💦💦💦 The water runs slow A peaceful feeling of home River rocks crashing
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Poets
Emerald-strewn, the sacred pool lies still, Where golden lotuses, in bloom, arise— Their stems, smooth rods of chrysoberyl,
By Dipayan Biswasabout a year ago in Poets
