An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Land apon land not one to thee So earthly but not to thee Land turned to dust Turned to ashes But not to thee Animals so beautiful
By teddy016 wonders4 years ago in Poets
I know what I’m given Is precious in its temporary nature An image I cherish in fading fragments, but When I wake up in the morning
By Angelina Der Arakelian 4 years ago in Poets
Yggdrasil the world creator Or to some Mother Nature. Born from the ashes Her roots begin their adventure. The trenches dig deep
By Mark Shaw4 years ago in Poets
A temperature over 100 degrees! Blazing, be careful in the heat. Causes sweat to appear. Drains one's energy. Erased. Fires arise leaving destruction.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Poets
Broken into pieces, too many to be put back together, no more moisture left to produce any more tears, feeling raw beyond time and space,
By Melissa Ireland4 years ago in Poets
I tried to eliminate desire. Just wanted to see if I could take a break from it's comings and goings. Sometimes it would show up so exquisitely dressed that as an artist I could not resist a sincere exploration.
BELONGING Standing there, no longer an expectation in someone else’s performance Standing there in Her alone nest, nestled between the branches of the tree of life
Is it the trees that fascinate me Or the change of color in the sky Perhaps the thought of running wild
By Ascella Nahum4 years ago in Poets
started with a taste of ripe blackberries lining the prairie path offering a sweet succulent energy boost on this hot, humid day
By Chris Siener4 years ago in Poets
Desert overnights by campfire firelight smoking the peace pipe surrounding us protecting us are
By Jennifer True4 years ago in Poets
A picture speaks a thousand words And in this picture I see the plans of the Architect, Unfinished, a work in progress Constantly changing
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
A dead man walked. To himself he talked No one spoke back. He got really sad. He closed his eye. To see what resides.
By Jameel Hodges II4 years ago in Poets
