An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What exactly are the "Three outlooks" "Worldview" The paths you have walked, the books you have read, and the people you have met are your worldview. A person's worldview is determined by what he sees, hears and knows.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Every change Something changes Every new beginning Something is always missing Because this world has taught us that Nothing stays with us forever
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush beneath powerlines, through fractured stones, no gardener knelt to bless them. No springtime choir sang. Still, golden heads rose,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Driving down the road, Walking down the street, I see you standing there, Sticking out Among the grass, concrete And other weeds,
By Ashley Youngabout a year ago in Poets
It burns, this fire of ice and snow and wind— sinks claws into my throat snakes tendrils up nostrils and sandpapers my unfinished cheeks.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Poets
Today is today. Today is now. Jesus walked among earthlings. From kings to Columbus, Columbus to Washington, bloodshed begat more bloodshed.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
What will you do then? When the sky turns green and the wind starts howlin' 'cause a storm's rollin' in? - And what will you do
By Sara Wynnabout a year ago in Poets
The restless moon rises Before it is truly night Eager to see what lingers In the dimming light. These creatures that roam
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Bees and humans Cell phones are known to be a reason for the short lifespan of bees and the lack of food for humans. Due to the magnetic waves that travel around the world through the cellular technology of cell phones,
☀️ If you are.. ☀️ You are the sun, Let there be a blockade By clouds in the city's shade. You are the rain, A never-ending bath—
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
Welcome to the Rain Welcome rain, after the hottest day. When roads dry, surface tar melts away. The bins stinking from the heat,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
