An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
You took an early morning walk Upon the misty shores of Norfolk Pausing to skip flattened stones Making your daily request
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
I found a peony in the woods, Remnant of a lost Eden A foreigner rooted where it could not bloom, without a word to speak in its defense.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 months ago in Poets
what are we but scars healed bruises and hope a million lost stars dangling for life on frayed rope raised from the ramparts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2026 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)5 months ago in Poets
through my teeth i say i am fine i tell myself it is not a lie not if i really want it to be true not if i need to believe it
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
The Queue Beneath The Tree To Pee They line up without a word being said, A quiet agreement, a path gently led, One by one in a patient line,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Introduction “The Origin of the Harp of Elfin” by Henry Jones Thaddeus is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The Garden Laughs The garden laughs in quiet colour, Nothing loud, nothing forced, Just petals opening where they are, As if they always knew how.
When Lightning Lives in Dreams Creativity doesn’t knock. It waits until night, until the mind loosens its grip on what makes sense.
By Oluremi Adeoye5 months ago in Poets
Here I am sitting out here the birds are singing a cicada is singing an aria the breeze is chilly the trees are swaying like
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Where the Roses Hold Roses climb where shadows fall, Soft and fierce against it all, Petals bloom in burning red, Over words we never said.
Where The Bright Ones Gather They stand in rows, yet none are truly matching, Each one adorned with stories of their own,
