An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the area of inventive expression and poetic movement, few pieces capture the creativeness quite just like the Prancing Lion. This masterful advent, which seamlessly blends the raw strength of nature with the sensitive artwork of dance, has turn out to be a symbol of grace and power in cutting-edge artistic circles. Today, we'll explore the depths of this fantastic piece and understand why it maintains to captivate audiences global.
By K. B. 2 years ago in Poets
a frantic chirping sweep the tired grasses for seeds glacial winds rising the steel gray sky is angry a snow storm will be unleashed
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of a quiet morning, When sunlight kisses the sleepy sky, A whisper of happiness softly wakes, Like petals blooming where dreams lie.
By Jebaraj Jacob 2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This is my nineteenth piece inspired by Angie Linvingstone's amazing artwork. You can find her on Facebook on the link below.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Breathe in, the air cools your chest, a soft ripple through the branches within. Breathe out, and the weight of the world
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The juncos crowd the railing thick with snow They ponder have The chickadees yet fed The sparrows titter busy beaks so poised
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Poets
The sun dips below, Shadows stretch their tired armsโ Day whispers goodbye. The world waits, whispers soft, โUntil next time.โ
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Iโve been thinking about what it means to be light, to feel weightless, to float above the chaos and noise. But Iโm tied to this body, this mind,
The grains fall, one by one, carving moments into memory. We hold them, watch them, but never stop them. Time flows on,
So who decides what is a weed and what is a flower? And should we accept that a flower is a weed just because someone says that it is?
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Got to love making coffee in a power flux, Very annoying, Those are a lot of lines on one pole, Kind of silly, Cannot wait for it to subside,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Hey there, Kalanchoe What makes you stay so? You should have died by now But you survive somehow Annuals come and go Grown for temporary show
