An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
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.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
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
The oaks are leaning in to watch. I bound, my lungs two burning scrolls, and something vast moves through this air, parting trees like the Red Sea.
By Paul Aaron Domenick3 months ago in Poets
It Will Rain Until You Love Me The sky learned my sadness too well, clouds gathering where your name remains, every day arrives carrying grey
By βΏ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Heart skipping, feet tripping dawn greets me as I amble off traipsing around the tranquil lake⦠tons better than any tonic!
By Angie the Archivist ππͺΆ3 months ago in Poets
In a quiet village where the river hummed old songs and the wind carried stories through fields of maize and grain, a young man asked his beloved:
By Nelo3 months ago in Poets
Roaming without direction, unbound by lack of choice; set adrift in the sea of chaos. Waves threaten to crest over me, never easing to reveal
By Amanda Starks3 months ago in Poets
He moved from one shed roof to another. He was stealthy, like a thief, but his intentions were strictly benevolent. He acted like a frightened dog.
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my first attempt at an endecha, I think, though I may be wrong I just saw this beauty on The Enchanted Booklet page on Facebook here:
what a splendid sunset i get to see tonight she wears the clouds like a shawl of many textures the clouds changing as she moves closer
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
I unlatched the window pulled it up the breeze greeted me cupped my face in a playful caress loosened strands of hair from my bun
By Michele Nampalli3 months ago in Poets
I wore no scarlet coat today, Yet shame draped itself across my shoulders, A silent garment stitched from hurried words And meanings I never meant to send.
By Mr How3 months ago in Poets
