An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Moon, when the shadow eats you, the air turns iron. The rivers still. Birds fall silent mid-flight, their wings struck dumb.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
Moon, I see your scarred face— etched with punishment, marked with sorrow. They call you thief, breaker of Sabbath, sinner exiled to shine.
Moon, your horns call them forth— riders of storm and shadow, their hounds baying across the marrow of the hills. The earth shivers when their hooves strike the sky.
Moon of the north, I see the wolves behind you. Their howls split the branches, and even the pines tremble, casting their needles like prayers at your passing.
First published in Utah Tech University's literary journal, route 7 review in 2019 It is in opposition that you suspend between Helios and Jupiter
By Tony Martello5 months ago in Poets
Moon-rider, your white horse carries you across the heavens. Your hair flows like rivers of milk, your song like silver rain.
Melodies collide harmonies bleed in color Pooling on the ground
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
All the crossing branches Holding up the indigo sky Incremental lightening To blur-grey mist. * Golden interior light Throwing out a tentative glow into the darkness,
By Natalie Wilkinson5 months ago in Poets
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM* ~ Even the mirror flinches when I look at it. I changed my name, my voice, my eyes—
By Kodah5 months ago in Poets
Crimson whispers fall, the wind carries fading gold— time dissolves to dusk.
By Sara C5 months ago in Poets
The wind blows shaking the trees like a sad song for autumn's goodbye There is still one leaf holding stubbornly to the branch
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Dark shadows converge. Sombre trees, sentiently stand— Secrets lie interred
By S. J. Leahy5 months ago in Poets
