An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
How brief and yet how sovereign is our stay upon this turning earth, where mortal creatures rise at golden dawn and marvel at abundance everywhere.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Men Are Coiled Snakes Men are snakes, I’ve seen them hiss, tongues all sugar, eyes that miss no opening, no flicker, no trace
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I abruptly wake up at a quarter to two, From the sound of snow hitting my window with a crackling sound, I lookout side the wind is blowing so violently
By Jennifer lindquist6 months ago in Poets
cascade of purple symbol of love, longevity Japanese name Fuji Wisteria is a legume, and popular for it's pretty purple flowers.
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Of all fruits, guava is special. My childhood house had many guava trees. They offered us snacks year-round. We were never hungry,
The Serpent’s Path It moves in silence, beneath the stone. A serpent vast, with endless skin. Its breath is smoke, its eyes are coal.
Restless in the night Chorus waiting for the cue The first peeper peeps
By Alyssa Musso6 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is a villanelle and my ninety-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. "The Art Of The Glittering Fox" is now available on Amazon worldwide.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Blessed are the souls who walk in humble light, For heaven opens wide to them in night. Blessed are the ones who weep in silent pain,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.6 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
Faith, real Faith, it's all we must to have - the peace in our hearts and strength to be so brave. Faith, real Faith, when paths will starts to wave,
a wooden birdhouse hung on a sycamore trunk human kindness Note: One day while hiking on a chaparral trail, I came across a birdhouse hanging from a sycamore tree. It was delightful. Kindness always is
