An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Darkness holds it, firm yet kind,A silent whisper: “Grow, you’ll find.”Through soil thick with ancient past,It pushes forward, free at last.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
"Echoes of Existence" In the whispering winds, I hear your voice A gentle breeze that rustles, a heartfelt choice To breathe, to live, to thrive in this grand design
By Taiwo Esther2 years ago in Poets
Golden rays descended from the sky, Lighting the lamp of hope nearby. As the fragrant breeze came alive, Every bud began to smile and thrive.
By The Content Crafter2 years ago in Poets
Rare, yet abundant. Gentle, yet intense. Liquid, ever-flowing and immense. Whether a serene lake, A winding river, Or the vast, boundless ocean—
A silent heart—what a curious thing, No voice to rise, no echo to ring. Yet beneath the moon’s silver gaze, It hums a tune in a quiet haze.
By Farhad Hossen Fahim2 years ago in Poets
I sailed and sailed my boat, The words of pain — the pain I note, From beginning to end, I got hurt, On the way, I saw dead cows and a goat.
By Masooda Jan2 years ago in Poets
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Come outside and open your eyes You’ll know spring is here, Not because of the blue skies But because of the flowers in her hair
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I was healed as I walked my dog In the quiet hush of early morning’s hold, I walked my dog through trees of gold. The woods, a secret, solemn choir,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Into the wayward wishing wells I tumble. Up goes the liquified aspirations of everything. In retaliation, My past surrounds me eagerly.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
A Money Spell In evening’s calm, the altar’s set, Candles flicker as intentions are met. Leaves inscribed with ink so bold,
