An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A fair exchange, inexorable quanta at a time — We see the changes wrought by simple Measures of sunlight and drafts of Cooling water —
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
I look through the wishes of aging dandelions and see the blue jay's return to his roost on the dogwood tree. He perches like a sentinel
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
A chilly morning has me bundled up out here I love the outdoors. 🌴🌲🌴 Spring is springing here Buds are budding, grass growing
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Smoke before f1re Smoke meanders, unlike flame. Tentative tempting gestures of convection, Tease rather than lick the substrata for consumption.
By Paul Beckett2 years ago in Poets
Crimson tongues unfurl, dancing flames on emerald thrones, wind sighs through their bloom.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Please save the Earth 🌎 The clock is ticking, soft but clear, The warning’s louder every year. The skies grow heavy, rivers sigh,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Our World Are You a Keeper or a Killer? We’re killing our world — can’t you see? The skies grow heavy, the poisoned sea. Forests fall and rivers choke,
Weather’s Whisper of changes The sun beats down on broken land, Cracks like lines drawn in the sand. The rain pours hard, a sudden flood,
A whisper rides the midnight air, A shadow lingers, cold and bare. Footsteps echo, soft yet deep, A presence stirs while others sleep.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Poets
A Path of Hope Life is a journey, we all must take, Through valleys low and mountains that break. The road may twist, the path unclear, But hope is a light that draws us near.
By Asadul Haque2 years ago in Poets
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A honey bee has a honey stomach So she can leave her hive Spare the room for the younger to chance through summer When a bee leaves her home
By Quynh Nguyen2 years ago in Poets
