An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
If mangoes are in I’m foodie I’ll taste them here And rejoice for years I’ll have them raw Then come on now
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
gotta tell you now but I don't know how don't wanna cause a row don't wanna have a cow but in all fairness this must be said
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
A sip of coffee as I watch the rain, Running down my windowpane, The feel of autumn as the leaves blow by, The smell of apple cinnamon and pumpkin pie,
By Jenn Nardi3 years ago in Poets
Nothing like a warm summer’s day, in which all your cares and worries melt away. Nothing quite like, being down at the beach, enjoying the sunshine in the summer heat.
By George Hall3 years ago in Poets
Boats billow smoke, shrouded in white haze as fire glistens against the murky indigos, teals, beiges, and ambers
By Issie Amelia3 years ago in Poets
The cold interior of my lifeless house Is warmed by the Son The trees intercept the strongest rays Before the day has begun
By Emily Dickerson3 years ago in Poets
Down South Green Street where the road dips Into the flowing traffic of Sterling Like a tributary to a river run wrong I have come sober
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
Through high grass I have come To my hidden property Where I might do the least damage To myself and others For here no one may see me walking
When the wind blows, the sun (set) saddens A set of chronicles so naturally pleasing Where the flowers are crying for help
By aria3 years ago in Poets
You bring me comfort She says to me Lying in her vanity Profanity lingering I start to ponder What this means Out there yonder
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)3 years ago in Poets
Loose sand clings to the cracks and bends in our toes as we march, unhurried, into town. Despite the dazed, after-beach shower, we find ourselves still dusting the day off breezy attire: dinnertime neutrals, stitched from linens meant to dance away from sun-touched skin and contemplation.
By JC Browne3 years ago in Poets
We will do it in two ways spend today clear vision. The day is long and narrow, the night is short and wide
By Matt3 years ago in Poets
