An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I dream of a land where voices shine like sunlight, where truth rises with the dawn, stretching across every street, every city,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
Six more weeks of Winter Where is that little twit? Yeah, he was just doing his job But, I think he should quit Groundhog, oh, groundhog
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Trees laugh at the spilt maroon, flooding chasms once filled with fire. Skies cry, answering smoke filled questions. Vodka tastes likes rum
By eva 2 years ago in Poets
When it rains, it soars - my heart that is... above the clouds and lightning above the first force field of angels, steady,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
I breathe in the fresh air hugged between mountains It's like I've always belonged here amongst spring water fountains nestled into a world that's
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Not all fish are made the same, just like humans, some are starfish, and if someone tries to steal their shine, trample them,
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
I stepped out into the snow today, felt the cold crawl up to my ankles, and walked to the mailbox. I turned to see my footprints pressed deep.
By Amber Allehoff2 years ago in Poets
the light let in today, from fire in the distance. changing what i see. the shades of the world around me. the ombre of i's, where my eyes cast brightly. shade won't show without a solid surface to be seen on.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
At full moon’s breath, Just before the dawn, When stars fade into an eternal backdrop And every moan of wind Is as loud as daylight…
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
The quiet void isn't so still,It murmurs with stories however fulfilled.Galaxies waltz in winding grace,A moderate grasp through time and space.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A stream murmurs a delicate tune,its waters shinning underneath the moon.The silver swells kiss the shore,and carry hurts that breathe no more.
