An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Because something moves through a small body at dawn, and has nowhere else to go. š¦ š¦āā¬ šŖ¶ Because sound is the only proof
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
melodic chirping fills the gaps between synapses tranquility comes ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is the description from the Enchanted Booklet, but I cannot see the toad, so I thought I would write an espinela about what I see.
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
I got to see the sunset There were no clouds So the sun got the entire sky to herself As darkness settles in She is still painting the sky
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Leath'ry wings, black eyes. Hanging out in my window. Batty has returned!
By Laura DePace5 months ago in Poets
The Green Watcher Beneath Root and Bone There is an eye beneath the soil, not buried, not sleeping, but waiting, wrapped in root and quiet wood,
By āæ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Screaming Inside There is a mouth within my silence, Wide as night, and louder than breath, It opens where no one can see me,
I took her hand and led her to the sea, There we stood and looked to the horizon It was then that she spoke..no. whispered
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
glorious pink bloom breathtaking yet ephemeral so much more precious. Note: A pink trumpet tree in glorious beauty. It lasts barely three weeks, so deserves our attention.
By Seema Patel5 months ago in Poets
What the Leaves Kept Quiet Under a softened sky, they rest without complaint, no rush left in them, no need to cling to branch or height,
Forget Me Not on Her Grave A scatter of blue on the quiet stone, Where her name is carved in gentle grace, Each letter holds a trembling ache,
Where The Small Bird Waited It sat among the branches, where the berries softly grew, A flicker made of warmth and flame, against a softened view,
