An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
White Quiet snow and ice It comes in silence, thick and slow, a hush too heavy, too full to hold. The sky unravels, pale and blind,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The bitter rain finally ceased Giving way to the silent snow Swirling in the hidden meadows Far beneath it’s icy layers The winds whip
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
1. In the cradle of dawn's soft embrace, The world awakens at a gentle pace. Hues of amber, gold, and rose, Paint the sky as the darkness goes.
By Matthew.2 years ago in Poets
The Storm and the Oak Tree The storm raged, a fury unleashed, As lightning split the darkened sky. A bolt of fire, swift and keen,
Husky dogs running like the wind Huskies run on snow-clad ground, their joyful barks, a cheerful sound. Strong and sleek, with fur so bright,
Early Life and Influences Born Edwin John Dove Pratt on February 4, 1882, in Newfoundland, Pratt grew up in an environment deeply connected to the sea. His father was a Methodist minister, and his upbringing was marked by strict religious discipline and exposure to Newfoundland’s rugged landscapes. These early experiences shaped much of his poetry, particularly his fascination with nature’s power and the human struggle against it.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
There’s something about the old records, The crackle of a song long gone. A love letter tucked away in a drawer, Forgotten words, but they still belong.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The froth lifts our fishing boat's stern to a canopy of charcoal clouds, its bow dipping into a Stygian wedge. The sails tilt into each other, the fissure between them the famished tempest's lopsided palate.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
The Wind’s Journey Where does the wind begin its dance? From the distant folds of the unseen, It rises, a whisper, a breath unbound,
Acid Rain The sky weeps with a bitter sting, A quiet poison in the air, Falling soft as the clouds take wing, Leaving traces of despair.
There’s a Hole in the Sun There’s a hole in the sun, the air grows thin beneath its burn, The ozone frays, undone, As the world continues to turn.
There Is a Hole in the Sea There is a hole in the sea, they say, A silent break where the waters sway, A tunnel carved through the ocean’s deep,
