An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
As the morning stretches Her breath is the air Once soft supple edges Now frost lines her hair Shadows find the fault lines
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Russet and golden, dancers in the Autumn wind. No longer stuck fast.
By S. A. Crawford5 months ago in Poets
The Breath becomes a Messenger That speaks in frosty Tongues Each Exhalation bears the News That Winter's Bell has Rung The Leaves, now Pilgrims of Descent,
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Waiting winter’s wrath Whistling winds wickedly whip Woeful willow wails
By George Zelinski5 months ago in Poets
fog obscures my eyes but my spirit sees clearly show my heart its beat.
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
What sees in a water is a string. A balloon hanging from it, along with it. Dunes, surface booms are likely to stick. Messaged, are afternoons winked.
By K.A. Smith5 months ago in Poets
Just A Autumn Leaves Haiku It’s Autumn leafs fall Crisp full of vibrant colours Crackling under feet
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Potpourri colours Rain all hours, breeze dried eyes ‘Til leaves, crisp and die 💀
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
This is my first attempt at a Terzanelle, a more complex form of Villanelle that incorporates aspects of Terza Rima. A terzanelle is a poetic form combining aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
a cool breeze returns bursts of red, yellow, orange beginning, again
By Hayley Frazier5 months ago in Poets
golden light beckons and the winds rattle the trees the blue jay sings, watch
A scene ~ The poet can't speak outside of the words that choke and sputter inside her throat and veins. The others call her bonkers, roll their eyes and ignore her.
By Ruby Red5 months ago in Poets
