An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
We are taught to shrink ourselves so others can stand taller. To whisper when we want to shout. But the tree does not apologize for its reach.
By Unfilteredabout a year ago in Poets
They come not with a clamor, Nor with the fury of the storm, But like a shadow slipping softly Across the tired walls of dawn.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Seal Who Hijacked A Dingy The seal that hijacked a dingy, slips aboard all sly and cringy, With slick grin and daring eye,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In a forest green where the tall trees sway, A child rides a camel through blooms on the way. The air hums softly with whispers of leaves,
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
never stops the balance the justice the watching everything always gawking at what isn’t there heavy on the evening when people are
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
It is not easy to love a talented woman Because she does not like sycophancy She never bows down Unless there is a feeling of love in the relationship.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Poets
~~🦉🪶 ~This is my continuing daily series exploring the avian world. “Broken wings can heal, A bird is meant to fly” — Kate Stradling ~~
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Rain taps soft on window glass, A fleeting hymn from skies that pass. Each drop a story, old and true, Of days we lost and moments new.
By Suborna Paulabout a year ago in Poets
I looked into the mirror and asked, “Who are you?” She stared back — cracked, but somehow true. Not the girl they see in passing days,
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
Here I am now watching sun leave me sitting here I wish it would last for hours but I have no superpowers the end of day
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
They say the stars were once cold— silent watchers in a black sea of nothing. But a child, too curious for her own good, climbed the edge of the sky
By Vishwaksenabout a year ago in Poets
The city hums like a tired song —one you never quite learn the lyrics to. The pavement remembers every argument your shoes never spoke out loud.
