An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The last glimpse of gold Floats on a chill; harbinger Of hibernation.
By Skylar Callahan5 months ago in Poets
I follow a shadow through the hill side It leaps when I move forward waits when I lose my nerve My body stumbles after it
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the surface Writhing in the cold dark deep… Aliens and monsters ***
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Poets
leaves scatter like ghosts, rustling their forgotten names back into the earth.
By Carolina Borges5 months ago in Poets
Delicious warm hues Through crisp fresh air leaves float Summer memories * * * © 2025 Alan J. Edmonds.
By Alan J. Edmonds5 months ago in Poets
A Poem for Mom I sit in silence, beneath the night, Thinking of you, your gentle light. The world feels heavy, shadows near, But in my heart, your voice I hear.
By Asif956835 months ago in Poets
Sunny Side Up The morning breaks in gold, light spills across the floor. The kettle hums its song, while bread begins to rise.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Behind my old home, a garden lay, Wild and untamed, where shadows play. Weeds tangled high, branches intertwined, And leaves grew faster than hands could find.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Poets
The heart pumps Fills with blood Help it flow … The mind thinks Fills with memory Help it run … The skin protects Fills with sensory
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon, You have followed me longer than my own shadow. I write to you tonight not as a poet, but as someone who has run out of places to confess.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Poets
Is it merely a notion or is it true - The ripple effect provokes waves in the ocean; What really spurs motion? Is it the combination
By Pōlani Monderen 5 months ago in Poets
I. The Whisper of Discipline Self-control is not a cage, Nor chains of iron forged by rage. It is the gentle hand that steers, The voice that calms our hidden fears. When storms of anger start to rise, And fire flashes in the eyes, Discipline whispers, soft yet strong: “Hold your breath; don’t do what’s wrong.”
By Imoh Bel5 months ago in Poets
