An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Icy water haiku On an icy lake she walked and fell through deep down life lost forever
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Frame Narrative The story begins with a prologue in which Chaucer introduces the setting: a group of 29 pilgrims gather at the Tabard Inn in Southwark, near London, preparing for their pilgrimage to Canterbury. The host of the inn, Harry Bailey, suggests that to pass the time, each pilgrim should tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. The best storyteller will receive a free meal upon their return, paid for by the other pilgrims.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
The body remembers what the mind forgets. It carries the echoes of every unspoken thing. I stretch my fingers, and they recall the weight
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The sun is missing again. Days stretch long and colorless, grey swallowing grey, and my skin—my black skin— is losing its fire, its glow,
The Magic of Spring Spring is here, a time so bright, The world wakes up to golden light. The sun shines down, so warm, so new, Turning the sky a perfect blue.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
The forest leans in as if to share a secret, branches bending beneath a sky that cannot keep still. Leaves murmur against the wind, their edges gilded
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Manifesting Better times In the dawn's embrace, where hopes ignite, We draw in our dreams, taking flight, With hearts aflame and spirits high,
She walked where others feared to tread, Where whispered things would fill with dread. Yet she did not shrink, she did not run,
The Fishy Catch Out at sea with pipe in hand, The captain grinned—his luck was grand. His boat, so small, yet packed so tight,
A graceful beauty among her peers 🌞 A Tiger Lotus of the Nile 🌞 Stately postured gliding along the avenue 🌞 Gorgeous silhouette against a river view
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet whisper of early dawn Where maple leaves catch the golden light, A land unfolds—a sprawling canvas Painted with the hues of rugged mountains,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Poets
near blinded momentarily by strategic imitation be it meat or man that flattering thief between me and my one and only
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
