An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Awake on a Saturday When it is cool we mow the grass Up and down the acers Slowly pass by pass Once finished now the weeding
By D.D. Schneider3 years ago in Poets
That comfort place Sun-streaked sky And blue on waves of blue A kite to catch the eye Bright sounds of laughter too
By Troy Nicholas Tucker3 years ago in Poets
The fall season has arrived at long last. The golden-hour-like sunlight hits the leaves just so. A new perspective becomes noticeable.
By Miranda Monahan3 years ago in Poets
Maybe it’s cliché, but there’s just something about a tropical breeze, something my cells refuse to name. Perhaps it’s the way the breeze drags itself slowly through the thick brush of bougainvillea,
By Hanna Kennedy3 years ago in Poets
It passes through you Like a generous thief A hot summers day Oh lake of fire Up in the sky So divine Since the dawn of time
By josh tavenor3 years ago in Poets
Break away Gather emptiness Become your shadow Become your dust Find Nirvana In your darkest place Invite the dark Win the light
What makes me comfortable Is Nature The smell of Fresh cut Grass Muffled sounds of rain And the Rinsed Off smell of the universe…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
You lose a part of yourself with each beat, draining through the holes of those that took a part of your heart. All we hope for is someone to come along and plug the wound.
By Aaron3 years ago in Poets
I rise from bed in a stupor, Still overcome by last night’s slumber. At first, I worry If I had already missed it. I head to the kitchen
By S.R. Var3 years ago in Poets
A guest in fur That does so purr It saunters when it walks Fast like a blur Then still, not stir, It's prey it carefully stalks
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
The sky transforms from brilliant blue, to stunning hues of pink, purple and gold, And finally a soft velvety black, Sprinkled with twinkling stars.
By Misty Rae3 years ago in Poets
What is my comfort place? What it stands for to me is to find somewhere that would keep me safe and pleased. When I am not in my comfort place–
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
