An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The morning sky unfolds in gold, A canvas where the sun takes hold. The rivers sing in silver streams, Reflecting clouds and scattered dreams.
By Aram5 months ago in Poets
Sauntering into the yard listlessly Eyes studying the ground Trying to recollect what it used to be My memory proving to be in deficit
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
Follow the leaves now Before they bow, blowing kiss Their act is pure bliss
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Mountain of fire Gold vein turn compost remain Decay, a new day
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Poets
Zelda stands tall in the jungle, an Amazonian matron with secrets stitched in bark, amazingly steadfast, with a gray disposition — aged and wise,
By Tony Martello5 months ago in Poets
At last, the trail ends— not in clearing or cave, not in the snare of silence, not in the echo of hooves— but at the mirror of water,
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
I return with nothing. Not stag, not silence, not even the echo of wings. My hands ache from grasping air. The bow hangs hollow,
The trap lies waiting, woven of vine and thorn, baited with hunger itself. I watch as the shadows shift, and something enters—
At the forest’s edge he stands— a stag antlered with flame, shadows clothed around his body like armor, like smoke. No breath stirs in the trees.
The forest does not wait to be entered. It leans forward, a green-breathed presence pressing against my skin, guiding my step deeper
The lantern stands where roads converge, its flame the heart, its glow the surge. It has no master, wears no chain, yet lights the lost through night and rain.
The lantern waits at the forest’s edge, a star in glass, a trembling pledge. Its flame is small, yet steady, deep— a secret fire the shadows keep.
