An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Remote Monsoon, No Light in the Villages of India The sky comes down without warning, heavy as judgement, close as breath,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Perched upon an old dead branch I see a crow sleek black feathers glisten an iridescent purple Peering down at me with dark piercing eyes
By Jasmine Aguilar5 months ago in Poets
There are occasions when I forget for a while, the way that I see things, in a special style. I will translate what I can absorb, of the reappearing image seen through the lens of my curved orb.
By Katherine D. Graham5 months ago in Poets
Recycle me, so that I may be seen, within the Evergreens, the Winter's cold. Hear my voice in the breezes in between. From these brown eyes make new soil, unclean.
By Lizzy Rose5 months ago in Poets
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon The sky was a clear blue A cool gentle breeze blowing through the trees and flowers Making each petal and leaf dance to the quiet swoosh
By Judith Jascha5 months ago in Poets
A redbud does a wrong thing beautifully. Bloom comes straight off the bark, off the trunk itself, off wood three inches thick and twenty years old,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
You Reach My Inner Love So Sexually You reach my inner love so sexually, not with haste, not with a claim, but in the way you look straight through me,
It has been 50 years since The Eagle has landed— braving egress from your blue-green swirl of Earth into the astral plane,
By Kate Kastelberg 5 months ago in Poets
The robin, bold with rusty breast, He hops back to the empty nest. Last spring, a flurry, chirp, and song, Now just a silence, all year long.
By Edward Smith5 months ago in Poets
Event Horizon Heart There is a place where light gives up, not in flame, not in protest, but in a quiet surrender so complete,
When my grandfather nailed the last tin sheet down he drove each screw through the raised rib of the metal so the valley stayed open for water,
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member 5 months ago in Poets
