An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Looking so contently, Down off the bridge, Water with deep ridge, The James River flows, Where it starts, We all know,
By April Denise Stuartabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t be so grown up that you can’t squeal with delight watching a dandelion or a redbud. That you can’t jump in excitement
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Nothing happens overnight. I am content today, despite mounting responsibilities of parenting as unsupported immigrant in the mid-life, in these stressful times.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about something people call intuition. Not the mystic kind with crystal balls or tarot cards— but the quiet, stubborn whisper inside your chest
By Tahir khanabout a year ago in Poets
An aureate Autumn, breath lingering in golden hush Seraphic sapphires taking time like serein over sky Moments melt in the marrow of morning's blush
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Our Season Is Gone, We’re Done. When you went away, I never begged you to stay. For a thousand stars told me we had our day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Another day, sunset time Some people will not budge from Netflix binge-watching video games, or whatever is more important to them.
The Harlequin Makes Roses The harlequin walks with a mask of red, Roses where a face should be. People smile, they stop and stare,
The roses with a face the Naked face of the roses the petals knew the weight of time soft as sighs, they slipped, they fell
Just look at the sunflower plant! Let me tell it's inspiring story. I had bought a packet of seeds, with a goal to have own garden girasol.
Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratulabout a year ago in Poets
