An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In silver hush the moonlight spills, Across the quiet, dreaming hills, A breeze that hums through willow trees, With secrets carried on the breeze.
By Abad Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The wind changed softer sigh, With golden poise, summer comes to an end. And autumn paints the evening sky With crimson leaves and cool embrace.
By Lajuk anjumabout a year ago in Poets
She is a daughter of the Earth, No, She is Mother Gaia herself. Enriched with the soft soils and smooth clays Molding her figure and forming her skin,
By Sincerely Robabout a year ago in Poets
cotton drifts like thought— slow dance across amber fields, sky hushes to hear
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
She comes uninvited, quiet and deep, Waking the trees from a gentle sleep. Silver threads from heaven’s height, Weaving magic in soft twilight.
By Muhammad Abid shahabout a year ago in Poets
~~🦉🐦🐦⬛🪶 ~This is my continuing daily series that explores the avian world one bird at a time. "I would like to paint the way the world sings." -- Claude Monet 🦅🕊️~~__________
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
She was an ancient sorceress, both wise and powerful. She shattered illusion through her storms and silence, and tempered hearts through tenderness and trials.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨about a year ago in Poets
I didn't intend to go that far — just followed a sidewalk crack. until the sound stopped. No sirens. No footsteps. Just the wind practicing something soft
By AlaTrendabout a year ago in Poets
I fear I find myself walking in circles Like an ant on the verge of death
By Bixi Hernandezabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction I heard a word today and thought I would record it in this way. Monoceros is Latin for Unicorn I thought I would check out a few Unicorns from around the world.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Oh Plato, enough! Keep your philosophy with you, Take your nest of thought and leave the throne of your fame. Your castles built on clouds of theory,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
In lines of light that come From behind the inside-behind of the sun, Whorls of vibrating patterns Call this space ‘life’,
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets
