An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
even Love Chooses Inamorato . ❤️🔥 . Chosen one. Elected. Selected. . Preferred attributes adorned Prepossessed
By Diana5 months ago in Poets
Oh, thou mistletoe resting in mine spacious boughs as gentle earth yieldeth her loving sustenance unto mine vast foundation
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
The Fruit Trees That Bear No Fruit Anymore The orchard stands in quiet rows, where laughter used to grow, Branches once heavy with promise now bend with nothing to show,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is a Hir a Thoddaid that you can check out here: Another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here, with more information on the origin:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
There might be many planets in the space But there's one special place That's right in my heart There might be similar one miles apart
By Domi5 months ago in Poets
They Say A Rainbow Is Just An Arch Of Colors, But I think Of It As A Flower, Floating In The Sky With Vivid Colors, Representing Hope…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
I made you carving with my fingernails streaks biting stroking down *** you were liminal *** soft exploding out of muted heartbeats
By Michele Nampalli5 months ago in Poets
White butterfly flaps its wings looking for nectar. "Is this flower food?" *** White butterfly flaps its wings tired for the day.
By Susan Fourtané 5 months ago in Poets
From Earth I rose, and so I stand. I am sea, stone, sand—and the spiraling journey between. My body is memoir, muse, and museum; a rubix cube of life’s timelessness.
By JCC5 months ago in Poets
They start their chapter with us bringing bundles of play. Yet while we train them to fit our lives, they quietly teach us too – opening our hearts into a place to stay.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets
The Dance of Death The moth kissed flame like a lover in rain, Soft wings trembling beneath heaven’s stain, The moon looked down with a hollowed eye,
I do get inspiration from unexpected sources and this is one of those. This just came into my mind, Dragonfly, a poem, a Butterfly Cinquain, though I don’t think there is a Dragonfly Cinquain.
