An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When the quest for tranquility eludes And the trip to peacefulness is wrecked Then it is time to take a deep calming breath
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I Am a Look at the Moon Person I am a look at the moon person, Waiting for the stars to show, In the quiet of the night,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Humanity’s waste has left its mark A scar on Demeter’s poor soul Her wrath now trumps her sorrow Melting frost into slush
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the veil of morning’s haze, A brook meanders, humbly plays. Its voice, a hymn both soft and clear, Speaks truths that only hearts can hear.
By Lucia2 years ago in Poets
Together it's an ocean, alone it's a drop The bulls didn't learn, so the lion did his job Too many lies can just destroy 'A wolf, A wolf', now actually said that boy
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Twinkle little star💫 How I wonder what you are Can’t wait to find out! ✨⭐️
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Gorilla Can’t Dance The gorilla in a pink tutu, the dress, it’s bright and new. It can’t dance, not a single move, But the tutu makes it feel improved.
Elephant in a tree The elephant sits, In the desert, so free, Perched high and still, On a fragile tree. Branches groan,
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Who am I? Collection of bones and flesh. Just a face lost among many unknown faces. Just flesh, given a name, A name that few people know
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
I left your land to be free of the ache, but your gaze reaches across the night, touching me softly, like the moon brushing the Nile’s dark, deep skin.
Break the Chains I was lost in the dark, couldn't find my way, Shadows whispered lies, led my soul astray. Every tear I cried carved a story in my skin, But I rose from the ashes, let the fight begin.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
