An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
On a sunny day I will journey to a big bay The sun that shines My mind unwinds I enjoy my time On this day Sitting in front of a big bay
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Died for devil I have seen stars in your eyes I heard voices of cars passing by I can see those lies in your eyes
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
I was scared. Scared as a child. Scared when I was a child. Scared when I couldn't see. Scared about not feeling when to breathe.
I escape from stress, I escape from my burdens. I want for nothing but the sound of the waves. In the waves release me from all that troubles me.
By Lyn Porter3 years ago in Poets
Thursday, late August, I can smell the rain. At last - The cold. The day is at rest, The clouds roll in Shadows of black and blue,
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Poets
The smell was sweet A fresh fruity but musty scent That moved through the trees On the rays of early morning sun, A quiet rang through the trees
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Cold and wet Thunderstorms douse the roof Drops spindle downwards on the bedroom window pane and water the wild garden backyard.
By A. L. Simpkins3 years ago in Poets
I'm tired. I'm groggy. I'm irritated. The work day has drained me. Fatigued from being stimulated. My eyelids grow heavy, I start to nod my head.
Alarm goes off and breaks your dreams, it is time to start the day. The long hours of work await you, take one last look at the comfortable bed and walk away.
By Katelyn Hicks3 years ago in Poets
(1) He asked, “What can I do to make it better?” but nothing could heal my heart, broken by the ebb of young love. “What would you like to do while you’re home?”
By Catherine Kenwell3 years ago in Poets
Comfort is food many say drugs brought me comfort one day no more drugs, or comfort food no cigarettes and no time to brood
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
Those stars Whenever I see a star, I think of you Whenever I feel sad, I talk to you
