An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Whoever is more comfortable wins 😊 There are 3 types of people in this world 1. People who like us, no matter what we do
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Gandering at the grandeur of the morning mist, yes, it lifts so free, with jubilee. I think on the shades of sanded mystery,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Race of the Goldfish In a bowl, round as time, they wait— Gold flickers poised at the water’s gate. No crowd, clapping no need for cheer,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The millipedes who killed the spider. The millipedes who stole a web Spun on branches high and spread Quiet steps through threads they broke
The Apple Doesn’t Fall a Long Way from a Tree They say I’m just like her, Fine, She carved her name into every bruise I wore,
I was a better person before I met you. You were like a bloodsucking Duke. Every inch, every flesh of mine, None of them was full.
By IcedPanabout a year ago in Poets
The Late Night Ride to Hell The road was slick with diesel spit, The moon a busted headlamp’s glint. No stars, no signs—just static hiss
It is not my day It might be tomorrow Or the day after that. Today I am asleep in my bed And dreaming I am flying Dreaming I can swim.
By Mansiabout a year ago in Poets
He created me and put me in the Garden where there is beauty, order and clarity; Not in the Bush where there is disorder, confusion and chaos.
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
You have to understand: I never meant to linger in your veins. I meant to pass through— a storm, not a season. But I tasted something in you,
By SophiaSosoabout a year ago in Poets
I heard it. It was loud. I saw it. It was huge. A shadow runs, A breeze follows. The dogs bark, The children cry. I see a strike,
A wind chime rings, When the wind walks by. A windmill spins, When the wind passes by. The sunflower turns, To where the sun brightly shines.
