An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
reaching without hands running without strength talking to the sun without words... I wander without direction or cause
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
He reads spines like palms. He knows who needs Rilke or Neruda before they do.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
An annual. That means you're good to bloom for a season, and then you quietly succumb to your pre-determined deterioration and become one with the dust from whence you came.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Walk My Path Don’t walk my path, it’s worn with weight not yours to bear, not yours to hate I’ve earned each stone beneath my feet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Walk The Same Street Each Day I walk the same bit of road same dog barking behind the gate same woman peering through her blinds
The Tree Of Life No fruit I picked was made of gold no flame nor crown, no tales retold just quiet branches holding air and words I found already there
In the cradle of the valley, where the river softly sings, Lies a village wrapped in peace, where simple joy takes wing. Mud-brick homes with thatched roofs stand, beneath the ancient trees,
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
~~🐦🐦🐦⬛🪶This is my continuing daily series that explores the avian world one bird at a time. “I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.” — Hafez
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
You came like an old song in the middle of silence, like someone gently pressing on a wound not to hurt but to remind me
By Usamaabout a year ago in Poets
A garden of bliss A sudden hiss Flowers of every hue The frog jumps into view Time becomes slow An echo, “oh-OH!” Fountainheads
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
I'd ditch all the crowds and just look up at the clouds for the " oohs" and "wows."
If I should die tonight it would be like stepping out onto a big pond’s lily pads with all the other frogs combing out my hair and
By Rayyan Joseph about a year ago in Poets
