An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Introduction This is my sixty-sixth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
The Laugh of Summer Morning cracked wide, and the grass wore its jewels. Children ran with open hands. Chasing air. Chasing each other.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Purses full of Cloying secrets Clawing through Piercing armour Waking me Beneath the trees Every Scorching magenta Dawn
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
Shoes to pavement the two yellow lines who've never met each other fell. Begin to fall, lurch. I clutched my stomach as I felt my gravity suspend.
By Christopher Falcione5 months ago in Poets
~~🐦🕊️🦉 🪶 "A dove struggling in a storm grows stronger than an eagle soaring in sunshine.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo “Man is not much beside the great birds and beasts.” ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 months ago in Poets
The Child Of Tomorrow A child holds a seed in her palm. Small as a whisper. She gazes at it with patience older than her years.
The cool misty morning The fog descends A chill stirs As autumn begins --- The dew dries up With the summer heat
By Amy5 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is a Terza Rima for my Muse. Terza rima was invented early in the fourteenth century by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri for his narrative poem, the Divine Comedy.
We once stood among Joshua’s crooked arms, stone and silence holding witness to the question you asked, the one that stitched our lives together.
By Sara Little5 months ago in Poets
Amber hush drifts wide, crickets stitch the dusk with sound, clouds sip dying flame.
By Printique Studios5 months ago in Poets
The Original Sonnet Because Shakespeare’s works are in the public domain, here is the sonnet in full: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
By Hussain 5 months ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
