An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
All my favorite colors, displays them as you please, supreme writher with the seas. Dullards still play guess the cheese. Anyway, Dear Moon,
By Willem Indigo4 months ago in Poets
It begins in silence; not an empty silence but in the hush of trees listening, the whisper of snow pressed flat by hooves,
By Autumn Stew4 months ago in Poets
My kayak Slips into crystal-clear water. The woods lining the lake Blaze In the colors of Fall: Warm golden Fiery orange
By Laura DePace4 months ago in Poets
Allow me to shed some light I’ve shared it nearly all my life. Making newer days shine bright Leaving darkest just for night
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
graduated from judgement and its consequences reflections of pagan paradise alleged with eminent religion allotted for life and death subjugated
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
A Right to Freedom That Never Comes What gives a human the right to cage the innocent, to take breath from the wild, and call it love?
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Animals Should Not Be Caged Animals were not made to be trapped, their souls were born to run, to breathe, to live. Yet we build cages and call it care,
The Birdcage The bird sings softly in its gold, Its voice both fragile and defiant, It knows the air but not the wind, It dreams of flight through quiet silence.
Introduction This is my seventieth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
In the tender glow of morning light, A bird begins its song of flight. Awakening blooms from dreams so deep, Its call through petals softly sweep.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal4 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Butterfly of Unfinished Dreams Your wings are torn with beauty’s weight, Each colour hides a story lost, You rise from ashes soft as dust,
