An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Drastic changes everywhere abound foliage erupts in a symphony of colorful sound a tray of crisp maple leaf cookies crunching underneath your feet
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
I’ve heard it said, and can it be That only god could only make a tree I’ve traveled far across the sea Spent years and years perfecting me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Beneath the quiet winter’s breath, Where snow still clings to earth and death, A secret stirs, unseen, unheard— The soft awakening of a word.
By Hasbanullah4 months ago in Poets
Salt on the Shoreline The sea remembers every secret. It whispers them back in the language of waves. I walk where the tide has been kind enough
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Just for this moment I’ll pretend that everything is okay That there aren’t bills to pay As we play in the hay This autumn afternoon
By Ashley Houston4 months ago in Poets
As sunset falls on city skyline the moon rises to light the night sky Illuminating this strange place Where nature and man's machine do meet
By C. J. Pharez4 months ago in Poets
crimson sighs loosen, gravity hums an old song— stillness takes its bow. Written in reflection of the Falling Leaves Challenge, held in September. Inspired by the winning haiku “Final Waltz” by Lamar Wiggins.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
My roots are quiet things— they hum beneath the noise. The steady pulse of memory, the hands that once held mine, the soil of small beginnings
By Kam4 months ago in Poets
Frigid wind pulls all the life from earth Knives of cold pierce the skin A song that plays in the night The warmth drains from without and in
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Poets
the sea she turned with a mighty wail to toss the ship about her waves the sailors bellowed for all to wake lest they be brought to watery graves
By Connie4 months ago in Poets
We lit lanterns though the rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
there is a quiet house that glows in the night all across the world and you can see it if you squint—those large, golden windows, pretty firelight lanterns flickering beyond the panes
By angela hepworth4 months ago in Poets
