An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
''Poor people''… also suffer like poor people Not knowing what to eat all day ''Rich people''… also suffer like rich people
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Is this spring? This is not spring. This is the ripple of the growth ring cycle. This is the touching scene of the earth waking up.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Life is like a blooming sapling ready to embrace the world, Humans are joyous creatures that can be curious for all the hundreds of reasons that exist,
By Luna Tricia about a year ago in Poets
eyond the veil of midnight blue, A city waits no eye can view. Its towers hum with silent light, Where dreams take wing and stars ignite.
By Izaz khan 12about a year ago in Poets
Empty streets hum with forgotten songs, Each footstep echoes where no one belongs. The wind weaves stories through branches bare,
We plant not just in soil alone, But in a world we've never known. Where roots will stretch and branches bend, To futures we will never tend.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Poets
I was editing photos. I saw azalea shriveled, pink trumpet tree blooming, lighting up the blue sky, redbud just starting,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
To have a garden is to have a friend you can visit anytime and come back with a better mood. It’s a pantry, something to munch on —
My Dolly, MyHorse The horse stands still beside the gate She waits, her eyes serene, sedate Her mane flows free, her step is light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Kissing the Irish Blarney Stone I climbed up high, with shaky knees, To kiss the stone—oh, what a tease! I leaned right back, like I was told,
The Curse of The Magpie The magpie lands with thunder grace, alone and sharp and out of place. Its eye is black as buried ink,
Dressed in a burial robe, From the white mountains And the life-giving breath From the earth, And the waters of birth I look at your burning eyes!
