An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The earth, our mother, Gorgeous both by itself and Improved by people. The Water, 1965 Life-giving water, Plentiful, renewable,
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Poets
In the beginning, there was not silence— but the absence of even the idea of sound, a blank so complete it did not know it was empty.
By Matthew.5 months ago in Poets
After the rain, the earth is still, A soft embrace of morning’s thrill. The sky, once bruised, now pale and bright, Reveals a canvas pure and light.
By Luna Vani5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my hundred and first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and mystical artwork. This is an extended sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The covers rolled back my feet hit the floor heavy pushing upward I raise my arms reaching balled fists on raised toes an ease along my spine and shoulders give release the chirps through my open windows call me to see their beauty fluttering from branch to bough spots of vibrant color their singing deepens the peace within Curtains spread wide I turn my face to the warm sunlight eyes closed I let the rhythm of my breathing steady me inhaling as if time has paused just for me I smile softly in this moment time loosens— warmth settles without asking a quiet symphony at my window another morning— I am here.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
Dauntless vowels And slaughtered syllables Embroiders on circles, Dancing lucid… I stuttered abruptly With shackle words,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
My friend Cherri has been producing and sharing some wonderful pieces of Macramé, I said I would write a poem for her, so this is it.
Do Crystals Really Have Power They glimmer softly in shop windows, lined in rows of quiet colour, names attached like whispered cures,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Never mind starting them indoors mid-May is around the corner *** I accept you. *** They say you'll bloom into sunset clouds
By Michele Nampalli5 months ago in Poets
Does it hurt? I ask. He looks at me, his eyes say; A little now. Good boy.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden5 months ago in Poets
I found them growing where I stopped to rest, Along a road that used to lead somewhere, The stubborn flowers nobody plants or tends,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is for L.C. Schäfer's "Dollar Challenge - Quote Me Baby (Spring Edition)" which you can check out here: The Quote
