An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The twinkling tune of raindrops, freezing, forming on the limbs The breathy flute like songs, as breezes blow The rattling of the snare drums tapping, resting on the sill, the start of winter waiting to come in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Every night I dream of an exile to Arcadia: That land untainted. There no serpents lie, bidding me to take their fruit. There is no box of temptation.
By Callum Summers4 months ago in Poets
in the twister, intelligent and chaotic not yet compliant with regulations especially for the dramatic effect circles make the world go round
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
A gentle river meanders through mountains, bound for the ocean.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
At dusk, I walk the orchard rows— the air still sweet with apple rain. The trees breathe stories no one knows, their roots remembering his name.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Poets
I always did love the smell after a storm. Perhaps that’s why I always stay.
By Lillith.Poetry4 months ago in Poets
Someone is out near the road crying. Are they on it, by it, two miles away? I don’t know, but someone, not something,
By Sam Eliza Green4 months ago in Poets
I know too much about heartache and not enough about miracles. Strangely, I am engulfed by the titanic mouth older than this realm,
The air was cold last night. The wind brought the chill through an open window. The dogs reminded me that they need to go out…now.
By Carl Hartman4 months ago in Poets
I imagine autumn the way the storytellers promised— air so crisp it cracks when you breathe, smoke curling from chimneys,
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets
Brittle air assaults my nostrils, crackling in my head as I inhale deeply, savoring its crisp, clean bite. Morning coffee
By Dana Crandell4 months ago in Poets
Orange Red Yellow And sometimes brown Some spikey Some holey Some big Some small Some wet Some dry Some crunch
By L.I.E4 months ago in Poets
