An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Oh, how the warless Nyx, stages such flourishment. Calm Zephyrus whistle quietly to the naked Dryads, He's chilling arms hugs their bare waist.
By Stephanie Contarino4 years ago in Poets
The bright, radiant sun illuminated the vast and beautiful ocean, its pleasant light brought snuggly warmth to the oceans' occupants,
By random4 years ago in Poets
As the first few flowers bloomed in the vast, dry land in the far west, everybody in the village started to get hope , they started to have a spring in their step ,
We all enter this world with no expectations, starting with a clean slate. It's not until we read novels, or watch films when we dream of a different fate.
By B4 years ago in Poets
She was a damsel of the waters. A maiden of the sea, Her love to sail upon the tides, Wherever they may be, To travel boldly with adventure,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Oranges are my favorite fruit When I was a kid I was an avid eater I also liked apples too Bananas and strawberries as well
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
I wouldn’t consider myself vegetarian I love me some bacon My sister hates eating animals She thinks it is inhumane Really stupid, in my opinion
Initial words and image from Coopers Cottages Here …’I am a man upon the land I am a silkie in the sea And when I’m far from every strand My dwellin ‘tis on Sule Skerry… The Silkie of Sule Skerry (Scottish ballad)
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
There is no peace in the eaves of unsettled trees, There is no hope when rivers cease and all of those who sing are lost,
By A. Raphael4 years ago in Poets
Wild lily blooms covering all of the darkest of winter’s gloom, While a long summer is crawling nearly with every root, A tremble voice is all but another song,
Ahh, how I welcome you each spring after months of bitter, shop-worn imitation; that which yellows at edge and emits
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Poets
Silver mists of daylight breaking; Hover o'er the city waking. People yawning, stretching, making; A new beginning . . . A new day.
By Karen L Andreas4 years ago in Poets
