An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Cold Side Of Midnight There are nights that feel long without a cause to name. You sit with your own thoughts and let them fill the room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
old olive leaves mesmerizing little gems my gaze lingers long. Note: I consider myself lucky to have awareness and love for plants. It enriches my life immensely.
By Seema Patel3 months ago in Poets
Flashes of orange and red, crunching of leaves I scurry, and weave. High above, a shadow I wish was not near. I know my fate is clear.
By Jazzy 3 months ago in Poets
Wisdom of the old hearts! a second version! She walked the world with searching eyes, Her heart adrift beneath wide skies.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.3 months ago in Poets
Good morning to Gentle summer sun Dainty drops of dew Trail and one right after the other feet Good morning to Wave and nod
By Brittany Callaway3 months ago in Poets
We gather every evening around a different fire now. No crackling logs, no drifting sparks, only silent rectangles casting oceans of blue
By Mr How3 months ago in Poets
summer sycamore beneath your dense canopy I find deep calm. Note: Trees give me peace. I am lucky to have many trees in my neighborhood. I advise you seek the company of trees too.
I need to honor her! Me, a wandering young soul and the careful and the ever-worried heart of a woman born a few years before 1900 and who carried the emblem of her family and love for God until the late 80s! I believe she passed away in 1994 or 1995!
Liquids following the path of least resistance blood pulsing lava flowing waters snaking from mountains to oceans and lowlands
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my hundred-and-sixth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and magical artwork. The Summer Solstice is on the 21st of June 2026, so this is second poem to celebrate it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my hundred-and-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and magical artwork. The Summer Solstice is on the 21st of June 2026, so this is perfect to celebrate it.
There are places in the mountains the old men name only in whispers. It's where time loosens its grip like a hand releasing a stone
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Poets
