An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Winds don't break the tree, their leaves twist, their branches snap, still hardy it'll be.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
You who saw the rise of Rome; Crumbling nations, crumbling homes; Ruling nights with strength and grace, And borrowed light across your face.
By Luke Haymons4 months ago in Poets
A cool breeze passes Bringing with it showering Leaves of red and gold
By Krysha Thayer4 months ago in Poets
Crisp leaves usher in Autumn in all its glory Bright colors fade fast
Make My Future Look Bright I open my hands to the morning, sunlight spilling over my fingers, I want the world to see me,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
How could this be so comfortable... instant relaxation like a cocoon of soothing blue plenty of room to spread out
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
Well before the fall we fell. Lost to nature's wrath, human indifference.
By Cathy holmes4 months ago in Poets
Bare branches reaching, their voices lost to the wind, only silence stays.
By E. C. Mira4 months ago in Poets
That last leaf blushes, Shakes, bobbles, falters… endures. Autumn’s lone witness.
By Katarzyna Popiel4 months ago in Poets
Rooted deep inside Our brains, bones. Omnipresent. I can hear our–oh, how distant?—synchronous limb-pop. ------------------
By Andrei Z.4 months ago in Poets
Right before they fall Red to brown, burnt with frostbite, Frost rubs out the flames.
Down here in the south Louisiana long months It's only summer.
By Amelia Ruth Thompson4 months ago in Poets
