An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Moon, my mama is across the ocean Moon, I am the one across the ocean Moon, my ribs opened up and now my heart, My heart is in the ocean too
By Ella Bogdanova3 months ago in Poets
Oh moon, Oh dear moon, It has been a while, Since I have talked to you, To your shining figure. Oh moon, Oh dear moon,
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Poets
I gaze upon the silver, loving moon, Who guides my solitary, winding way. Her silent company, my only boon While quietly I contemplate the day.
By Cierra Walls3 months ago in Poets
Salted Hallelujah I kept my praise in jars of brine, a hush beneath the blue, a hymn that stung the tongue to sing, but still it wanted through.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The adrenaline simultaneously Numbed and heightened her senses. She could not feel the rough Grey wool fibres on her skin
By Vitaline Bretagne3 months ago in Poets
Five men set forth through storm and sand, To seek a candle, old and grand. It burned, they said, with mystic light, That turned the darkest soul to right.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Moon The Lesser of the Great Lights Gentle. Calming. Changing. Losing at times. Gaining in others. Rhythmic.
By Heather Kaspar3 months ago in Poets
Be in the Hunt Some days it’s a gentle breeze. On another day, the wind is so cold and sharp it’s chapping your face and causing your eyes and nose to drain.
Beautiful autumn embroidering maples Red, yellow, silver, gold. And the leaves ask: Let us green! We'll stay for a while,
By Olaf Podolski3 months ago in Poets
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Dream He kept the flame above the sea, Through storm and fog, through endless night, He watched the waves like restless souls,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Still, beside a tree, I stand, The hare before me close at hand. Magic creature, be he thus About to feel my fangs, to crush
By Raymond G. Taylor3 months ago in Poets
Sleep now, weary tree Let the rising of the wind Sing comfort to you See the mountaintops Covered by winter’s blanket? Let it cover you
By Levi Dickson3 months ago in Poets
