An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
crimson rain dances, swept by gusty winds, tired leaves fall away, silence now. I just discovered the expression 'backend' now that I was researching words to describe autumn colors.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Poets
Does it ever feel effortless to you, the way you break the silence— not with noise, but with a sentence so precise that it rearranges the air between us?
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Poets
rooted in soil that feeds the decay when blossoms were blooming, they were all cut away the veins meant for growth, often feeling betrayed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Hanoi’s autumn, so soft, so near, A tender breeze, a sky so clear. The golden leaves drift through the lane, A quiet song, a sweet refrain.
By Leyla Bidova5 months ago in Poets
Crisp, burnt hues falling, Calling, howling, siren sings, Vein foliage rests.
By Elizabeth Butler5 months ago in Poets
Wistful withering. Wilting wanton wanderers. Willed with wintry winds.
By George Zelinski5 months ago in Poets
I would bear the cold if you let your last leaf fall to know the real you
By Daniel K5 months ago in Poets
you were the season that taught me how to let go but I never learned
With my hand, I’d trace your every branch, bare as bone, I will never leave you
a cool eve descends a symphony of colors waltz, as dusk settles in.
Creeping you come slithering across the lapping shore, a silent tide promising the unknown. - A shivering wall what lies within,
By Alexander Stoddart5 months ago in Poets
haikus everywhere flying with the autumn wind born from decaying leaves
