An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Defective View From Above All From high above, they claim it’s clear, A softened world, untouched by fear, Through tinted glass of gentle shade,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I want this deep peace under the old tree’s cool shade nothing more I need. Note: I find immense peace among the trees. What about you?
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
In distant lands, Where contrasting flavours intersect on a dusty trail, Innocence intertwines with courage, Forging new values from timeless styles.
By Sun Bee6 months ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach The tide leans close, it whispers low, Salt on skin, a burning glow, Your shadow falls across my chest,
Pour Rain Pour Drown The Impure Pour rain, pour hard, erase the stain, Let thunder speak through grief and pain, Wash every mark that darkness made,
Many out there might be still calling it a yellow flower, if they happen to lift their gaze, from the phone screen. I can’t.
Cool Down the Sun, It’s Too Hot We don’t do heat, not this thick choking kind where walls sweat and bed sheets cling like guilt.
A single frond reaches outward, catching the warm sunlight, each slender green leaflet dancing in the salty sea breeze. It sways like an emerald feather,
By Archery Owl 6 months ago in Poets
British Weather Oh, the skies are gray and dreary, With clouds that dance and twirl, Sometimes the sun shines bright and cheery,
There’s a big storm brewing today Going to be a big one, so they say A reformed cyclone from up the coast That's where the damage was the most
By Calvin London6 months ago in Poets
When the rain whispers down deep into the bones of the curled oak bark the moment is at its nexus. The water dances and taps into
By John R. Godwin6 months ago in Poets
Quiet Messengers, For Bren Bren, I know the silence grows, in ways the outside never shows. A year has passed, yet still it stays,
