An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Human Maze of Deception The pathways twist in shadowed schemes, Each turn obscured by fractured dreams. A whispered truth, a crafted lie,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I heard seagulls calling And dreamt of the sea But it was your nostrils Whistling Lying next to me So far from the sea.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
When an ordinary woman has a bowel movement, she has a bowel movement and needs to go to the toilet... When someone who thinks she is a poet in the book has a bowel movement, she has a bowel movement and needs to write a poem about this...
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The Serpent’s Gaze Look into my eyes, the serpent said, See death before it strikes you dead. A whisper coils, a venomous tune,
Volcanic Eruption Like Your Love Your love erupts, violent, raw, a molten force I never saw. Lava-tongued, it carves my skin,
The Volts Of Mercy Open up the volts of mercy, save me, set me free. Let the currents burn away the chains that tether me.
Water drenched the land So, in mud, we stand * When the sun blew up the sky we wandered to a place of old * Snake Lake had wonders to behold
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Standing tall and alone, I face the darkness , the heat of the sun, the cold and the wind, For I am sent on a mission to serve you
By Irene Mugang Narewec 2 years ago in Poets
# **The House with No Mirrors** ### *Reflections in the Eyes of Others* There stands a house upon a hill, Where morning light is soft and still.
By Wisdom opusiri2 years ago in Poets
You’ve Got Me Bound You probably don’t even realize How strong your gravity is. I am trapped in your orbit, And no matter how hard I try I can’t escape.
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This is my thirty-second piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. When we reach fifty stories together we will publish a book with the paintings, poems and stories.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Red Sails in Sunsets Bright Red sails cut through the evening glow, bathed in fire where the last winds blow. Golden light on restless waves,
