An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Day I Stopped Saying Sorry By[Ali Rehman] There wasn’t one single moment. No thunderclap, no grand revelation. Just a quiet morning, a cold cup of tea,
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Poets
Sultry heat is but a memory Stifling sweat suspended Blustery breezes Gusty winds Colder nights Verdancy to rich earth tones
By Alexandra Grant3 months ago in Poets
You Still Exist in My Mornings By[Ali Rehman] The alarm goes off at 6:45 a.m. I hit snooze — twice. You’d laugh if you saw that. You always said I treated alarms like negotiations.
High pitched "Chip," Dark Eyed Junco's proud official audit Aerial antics; shaken white tail feather cascading aesthetics Relays to tumbled leaves, herbed and spiced, hints of chai
By Marilyn Glover3 months ago in Poets
You drift where I cannot follow, white ghost of night, keeper of every unspoken goodbye. She breathes somewhere in your hush, I know it.
By Kimberly Satriale3 months ago in Poets
they summoned you in the waning days of the harvest, earth still clinging damp to the recently uprooted. * in your own right time,
By Dane BH3 months ago in Poets
Kindly and calmly the morning is shining, Sunlight entwined in the chestnut leaves. Moments of bliss my soul is divining,
By Erian Lin Grant3 months ago in Poets
Some are bent or broken But each branch is part of me Rooted in the soil of complete complexity Twigs of truth and wisdom blended
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
The creature of me hunts at night eyes to the sky, ears to the ground, her hands dig deep into roots full of stone.
By Kacy Walter3 months ago in Poets
Chilly wind blowing across the plains of my mind freezes me mid-thought.
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon: Tonight, I come to you with empty hands turned upward like two shallow bowls asking what I've always asked of you
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Memories float like jellyfish spiraling around Some come in peace and others leave a lasting sting I gather them to place in my mound
By Matthew Mccahey3 months ago in Poets
