An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Moth and the Flame ______________________________ Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where shadows dance and embers dream,
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
Indigo Bunting ~~~ carrying part of the sky ~~~ shimmering feathers ____________Bolt⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
I’m a superposition magician Filled with superstition A mitochondric pandemic of faith fueled chaos Cross faded into fatal futility
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
From the earth I came And to there I shall return To a life reborn
Happiness is: having an inspiring friend, wearing a dandelion tiara, running through, wildflower meadows, chasing butterflies,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting, wilting, Water. It's a cycle, like the clouds Bound to be, yet Unbound by bureaucracy And me? Pot or not I'm stationary.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
It was many years later that I understood You are a half-bloomed rose Shy and charming Blooming flowers is just a kind of desire
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
hit the punching bag let it all out you are not the only one lost when the pressure builds pull back and relax go to a café and smile
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
I'm a tourist in my hometown it feels foreign strange wind blows against my cheeks bronze dwarfs sparkle in the afternoon sun
I’m filled with a terrible beauty, So deep I could cry. My heart is as magnificent as The cleaning lightning storm — Suddenly violent an dramatic,
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets
She is a tree - not planted, but rooted, in truths buried deep beneath the surface. In the ache of old wounds, the echo of every storm she has stood through.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
The sun comes out The rain goes away It’s become such a nice day Forever been on the lookout For the warm weather / Splashing in the puddles
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
