An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The River of Black Glass It runs beneath, the broken hills. A river wide, of shattered glass. Its surface shines, with frozen fire.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The year now pours its steps along, toward darker times, a deeper song. The sky shows hues both vast and rare, the shade we love is always there.
By Henrik Hageland4 months ago in Poets
I am restless, flung across galaxies unseen, drawn toward black holes that devour even my thoughts; yet still, I lift my weary eyes to you.
By Nicole Fenn4 months ago in Poets
Her feet caress the fields in tender bloom, a daughter crowned with sunlight every day. The earth was soft, yet it carved her tomb,
By Autumn Stew4 months ago in Poets
Stars Shine bright Like Lanterns Making Pathways Lights ššššš Light Shine Bright Into Night Rays of starlight
By Mariann Carroll4 months ago in Poets
The sky slowly fades to amber and the air is fresh and cold in your lungs. Dry. Like the leaves that scrape against the asphalt.
By Siobhan McSweeney4 months ago in Poets
I'm glad you never consider the patches of truth hidden underneath. It makes you wonder why it's this way. For years, I didn't know, didn't want to.
By Moon Desert4 months ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like no one else knows me Sometimes I feel like Iām on my own Sometimes I feel like a breeze gently blowing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Mother Moon, on this, this Samhain night, bless we your acolytes with fortunes great, as we commune beneath your gentle light
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
The rising and the setting suns collide for enough time to steal away a breath. They know there is nowhere for them to hide,
The stars shine tonight, They blind you from the truth of everything I am. The midnight aether acts as my confessional,
"Oh, sweet singer of dreams and fairytales! Would you play us a tune on this fair night? Tell us of that lover of yours who sails
