An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Being grateful is the key, I truly believe so. I do not want to take for granted, the blessings that I have. That I have a body
By Seema Patel5 months ago in Poets
Do clouds turn black because they feel sad like me? Does it thunder because the world gets disrespected in the same way as I?
By Carol Ann Townend5 months ago in Poets
There’s much ado about oak trees on hills like they’ve accomplished more than a stand of river birch, a river-born copse of cypress,
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Black Water Prayer Knees press into ground that cannot be seen, weight carried without knowing where it rests, eyes lifted toward a sky that holds its silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
This is for the Vocal "Tautogram" Challenge that you can read about here. I must say this is a real challenge, as it will make creators really have to think about what they are doing.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The mountains were blue, wrapped in a blanket of silver mist. The air tasted of pine, and secrets kept by the ancient earth.
By Hazrat Umer5 months ago in Poets
Elegy for a Season That Didn’t Announce Its Leaving It did not leave with a door closing, no clean hinge of sound to mark the hour.
By Teena Quinn 5 months ago in Poets
nature’s beauty soaking in silent wonder life finds its purpose. Note: I strongly believe that a major part of life should be spent admiring nature.
You pulled me in, not with force, but with a quiet gravity I didn’t know I would follow. We were surrounded by green, breathing leaves,
By Nelo5 months ago in Poets
The love you bring does not arrive gently, it pulls me in, like a tide that knows my name, like something ancient recognizing its home.
The forest was a quiet cathedral, tall pines standing like stone pillars, the air tasting of clean rain and ancient earth.
Still Water, Unanswered Night The tree holds its place like it always has, rooted in more than the eye can follow, its trunk marked with years that never asked to be counted,
