An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
when pleasure becomes pain, a smile as he turns away. i wish he would stop coming back, but i always hope he stays. there is only emptiness,
By ⸘jason alan‽8 days ago in Poets
when the journey leaves you weary and you need to catch your breath there is a stop along life's journey where you can pause to get some rest
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Poets
MY SHIP FLOATS ON WAVES My ship floats on waves With her sails opened wide, She dances with sunlight And follows the tide.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
MY BODY SWIMS LIKE A FISH My body swims like a fish When I enter the sea, The water comes gently And carries all me. My arms become silver My feet become fins, The ocean grows quiet As my journey begins.
🌅🌊🏄🏽♀️⛵🚤 When I look out my window, it's special, the sea The colours, for one thing, just fascinate me One day it's green, sometimes it's grey
By Calvin London9 days ago in Poets
HOW DEEP IS THE SEA How deep is the sea? I asked from the shore, It whispered, come closer, There’s always much more. Beneath all the silver Beneath all the blue, Are gardens of coral That sunlight shines through.
I am so very tired Heat and sunshine, with little moisture Have wearied me to ash I cannot take another month like this I feel like straw beneath a broiler
By Alexandra Grant9 days ago in Poets
It's not a place on a map but it's somewhere you go Just after the beaches and before the snow A world of wild wonder where the fireflies rest And the leaves pile under as trees are getting undressed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 days ago in Poets
Cricket song still fills the air, as the warm wind switches to a cool bite in the evenings. Dead leaves crunch under foot
By Fiona Howell10 days ago in Poets
The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. Now it is morning, you are forgiven; the sun is risen. - There will be justice when hands relinquish their need for vengeance. Blood red and orange trace where white light crept across His canvas: it belongs to Him. - The moon has risen; the eyes have opened where heaven begins. Not one tear you shed has gone unnoticed; the stars do not rest when the night here ends. - The edge of the depths erase footprints left of any sin tread into sifting sand, and darkness flees west from the promise kept where the sun is met. - It has been witnessed. The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. You are forgiven; the sun is risen. - - -
By Sara Wynn10 days ago in Poets
FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRD I found you in the winter, Your feathers wet with rain, Your tiny wings were trembling, Your eyes were filled with pain.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Poets
On the edge of September When the moon rises full Shadows playfully cross over As the leaves start to fall Like a door falling opened
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 days ago in Poets
