An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I fell awake in the midnight, where every whisper was too bright, every sound had its own tint, every silence was a calm sight.
By KSR2 years ago in Poets
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Beneath a canopy of bending boughs, I trace the ground where roots grip tight— Earth pressed to sky in a vow unbroken, Each breath a thread to the unseen.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Love whispers soft like morning light, A tender glow, a flame so bright. Hearts entwined in fate’s embrace, A timeless dance, a sacred place.
By Nisa Shamshair2 years ago in Poets
The sea calls out with whispers low, A melody the sailors know. Winds that dance upon the tide, Echo dreams they cannot hide.
A new month begins, Yet the gray clouds remain, A perpetual stain, On once bright sunny days. Mr. Groundhog, Will you keep your shadow away?
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
This is for Mike’s February unofficial poetry challenge - Another Valentine Perspective - A Mikeydred February Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators - link at the bottom.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The Sun’s Spring Return The sun came back to greet the spring, A gentle warmth in everything. It painted skies of softest blue,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Common Man went out to watch The fervid thundering rain Splattering the earth like ink. He stayed there late. At the end of the storm, he put on his hat,
By Vivian Rose2 years ago in Poets
March Roses The Joy That They Bring In March, the roses burst open wide, Purple blooms breathing joy, side by side. Their sweet perfume fills the fresh spring air,
A Sapling pandiculates, As the sun's light dictates, on leaves' deathbed. Akin my resurrection, where worded imperfection,
Veil of dew dissolves, threads of light weave through the pines, clarity takes root.
