An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the quiet morn's gentle hush, Dreams linger without a rush. Sunrise whispers, softly cue, Nature's hug, intimately true.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
A Double Daffodil Haiku Golden stars arise Majestic yellows shine through Spring has just begun. Winter bulbs erupt Daffodils alight the field
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
I was not born into softness. I grew up learning to hide pain in laughter, to turn "I’m fine" into a survival skill. No bedtime stories.
By Z'rox Nøørabout a year ago in Poets
Dear daffodil, I’m here for your nectar. That’s fine little bee. 🌼🐝 ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved For Ellie’s Wonderland poetry challenge:
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Now… is the time to plant daffodils! Their golden heads lift and nod as Winter relinquishes her icy grip As sweet Spring swoops in…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
That passion flower— very lovely, isn’t it? An intricate anatomy of androecium and gynoecium. Humans interpret it, as per own liking.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
A serene pond of lotus— I sit near, gaze, and immerse, I feel a plunge in my stress. Note: Nature is the greatest healer. It is full of amazing spectacles. We just need to mindfully observe them.
In the quiet of my heart, there’s a garden, A place where flowers bloom without pardon. It’s not perfect, it’s not always bright,
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
It’s been a long hard twenty-year night Chasing shooting stars, waiting for sunrise My eyes adjusted to the dark and so I couldn’t see
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
I could name all the freckles on your skin I could trace them with my kiss and make constellations But the memory of your body
1 I still remember the time when my father's shadow was cast on the water VAT It was summer and the trees outside the old house were bearing fruit
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
The woman who was bent over like rice She devoted her milk and tears to this piece Barren and painful land She said, "Women in the mountains should be like fruits.
