An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In fields where golden sunlight streams, The world awakens gentle dreams. Tall trees whisper to skies so blue, As rivers sing their secrets true.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
If Not Mine, Let Him at Least Care for Himself If not mine, let him at least care for his own grace, Tell him to restore this bond, this broken space.
By Usamaabout a year ago in Poets
when a ray of morning sun shines upon my face pressing a soft kiss of warmth to my temple I know that day has come again and what a blessing it is—
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the shroud of midnight’s guise, Where shadows breathe and silence flies, The moon, a sentinel, softly gleams, Guiding lost hearts through drifting dreams.
By Muhammad Mehebub Alamabout a year ago in Poets
I went to therapy today. The long grass tickled my bare feet. The breeze danced with my hair. I told the butterflies my problems.
By Jamie Callaghanabout a year ago in Poets
Drawn to a twinkle in The center of a fairy circle Velvety red caps splattered white A fungal moat Easily penetrated The mycelial shield
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
She was busy counting wolves conversing with crows soft and white as a widow's linen. They scoffed at her, called her delicate,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Trees grow in odd shapes, The ground isn't always straight, Fences can be rough and worn, Your shoes won't always last in a storm,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the dawn's first golden light, Two children ride with hearts so bright. A chestnut horse, so strong and true, Glides softly through the morning dew.
Whispers of the Forest Circle In the heart of the clearing, where tall trees align, A circle of giants in emerald design,
~~🦉🐦🐦⬛🪶 ~This is my continuing daily series that explores the avian world one bird at a time. “If birds can glide for long periods of time, then why can’t I?” — Orville Wright🦅🕊️~~
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Time daily in nature. Barefoot living. Fresh Organic Produce. Movement. Animals, Insects, Creatures… Treasures you must dive for.
By Under.the.Poetree with Nicole Oliverabout a year ago in Poets
