An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Breathe, as the horizon softens, its edges fading into hues of gold, a quiet sigh, a lullaby of sky and earth. Pause, where the air tastes of rain,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
That night I saw your face in the moonclear as the waxing gibbousso close I swore the night’s radiancewas yoursthe same radianceI rememberilluminating my lifebrighter than any other lightthere you were, your smilepart of the skythe cold air didn’t matteras I sat squinting upat the echo of your loved face
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Snow and Ice on the way for the Uk Snow is coming, ice will stay, A freezing wind is on its way. White will cover fields and skies,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
i love you, very much. and i know i have not been effective at my demonstration; to show you that, amidst my digestion.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
bright sunny afternoons translate to calm dates in the park with my love picnics in the grass with our blankets creating a barrier between the fresh morning dew
By Maj Forbes2 years ago in Poets
There is a mountain in my mind, that I’ve never made the move to climb. In sober safety, my feet have been surrounded, by cement,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
"Candles of Words" Candles lighting up the way, Words that paint horizons gray, In every line, a spark ignites, Through the ages, building sights.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
She is a radiant star, emitting light amidst the vast dark, Oh, how far her glow is felt, yet she hides her spark. Among countless others, she feels unseen,
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
Mountains cradle stars, their ancient roots drink the earth, silent pull holds all.
Life is fleeting. Something I realized with aging. One moment you are 22, going out dancing, laughing with friends, pushing the bad memories down deep and living your life moment by moment with little care. Then you're 45 with family, responsibilities, a job. Time becomes constraining. You can't do whatever, whenever you want anymore. You wish to be 22 again. But time doesn't go backwards and suddenly you are 63 with more time than people and plans. Days pass slowly and memories aren't made as often. It's odd how time can drag on at the same time it is rapidly running out. You wish to be 45 again.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
What's the point of life if it's all just fate Just lovely soul stuck in a cycle of hate For what once was known goes through change
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
*❀*To Komal, a Voice So True*❀* ❀ In the heart of voices, you shine so bright, A member of grace, a beacon of light. With words that uplift, so kind and sincere,
By Arshad Sajjad Khan2 years ago in Poets
