An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The lunar eclipse was at 3:14 AM this morning. I set my alarm to watch it. You did too, apparently. You posted a story. From your new balcony.
By Arnaud Margiela3 months ago in Poets
New moon tonight. Invisible in the sky. Like you in my life. Technically still there. But I can't see you anymore.
Your forgiveness rises on the morning doveβs wings, the thought, makes my mind sing. Opportunity tunes herself to the sound of winding Grace Way.
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
My lovely lady Here I am again & here you are Steadfast Unmoving A beacon of hope & comfort in mourning A light that shines
By Kay Storey3 months ago in Poets
Timeβs Second Language I learned the first language earlyβ calendar grammar, clock syntax, The verb that ticks. ~~
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
I saw the sun rise her golden glow a glorious fanfare of light and warmth evicting the darkness smiling sunshine with happy disregard
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Miigwech Giizis or Thank you, Moon Twenty thirteen and not too soon My moon time ended When we unfriended Intended It was June
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Poets
"Thine eyes do glisten, Peneus' child, Your manners are meek, sweet, and mild. How you glisten beneath my rays," Spoke Apollo on his lazy days.
By Emily Marie Concannon3 months ago in Poets
Oh, Keeper of my heart and giver of luminous light, How many nights will you pause, loitering, observing, while I wade upon the shore. Adding my salty teardrops to the raging sea.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
The Gentle Bird A gentle bird begins to sing, While morning waits to find its hue. It holds a blossom in its beak, As though it knows what hope can do.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
What heavy sweetness fills the basket worn Each berry stains my fingers dark with proof That summer yields her treasures to be torn
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
