An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Love comes breezy and impermanent — Twirling so gently through the trees. It raises the spirit, sparks the heart, And rips its soft stitches wide open.”
By Ripon Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Cherry blossom blooms, the cool winds blow, killing beauty beneath blue skies’ glow. in every petal, love's scent remains,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
In the beautiful dark, Million dazzling stars reside, And fill the empty sky. High above the city lights, Where none can see them again,
By Sahasra Reddy2 years ago in Poets
Time Moves On Time slips by like a breeze, soft and quiet. We hold on tight, but it doesn’t listen, it just flows away.
S/He who walks between worlds, Tekahionwake S/He who looks out for t(he)i(r) own advantage, always Deacon of death, despair, and deception
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
So my little children, Today is a new day for you... As I always say, a new opportunity! You know, I know it's hard sometimes..
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, a little mouse (Noah) lived in a village. The village itself was very pleasant and green, with a variety of animals living in it.
By The Content Crafter2 years ago in Poets
You were quick growing emerald green With all the looks of a lovely thing But your roots were poison Stretching 10 feet deep
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Contented child, in chair with mother spooning sweet mush pears from rainbow lands where smiling faces last forever. Contented child hears Christmas crackers
By Simon Aylward2 years ago in Poets
The clock hands move, so soft, so sly, A whisper drifting through the sky. The sun ascends, the moon retreats, And time rolls on with steady beats.
By Mesteren2 years ago in Poets
Let's run through the blue lupine meadow. Pick fallen purple jacaranda flowers. Appreciate the pink lovely magnolia. Launch the wooden canoe
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
5/24/22 It is Tuesday— I don’t know if this is all a hallucination— I am speaking through the soles of my feet— muffled by cotton and suede—
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
