An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Youβre not a fan of wind and rain, Your eyes reflect a subtle pain. You hear the thunder, and the wind, You whine so slight, your ears are pinned.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Poets
Itβs all around us Notice it in everything There is no love lost . Slick, slight trickle down, Rain dewed sparkling petals
By Devon Judd4 years ago in Poets
Just another hot and hazy day rolls by. The heat sticking to your face. making you sweat. Wanting to get away from the crazy society.
By Michael Armstrong4 years ago in Poets
Cornucopia Complexity bores the masses; the child souls who dress as adults - So I relinquished lauryl wreaths in haste of eating dull bread, salts
By S W4 years ago in Poets
In this piece of time, find peace of mind. There is only now, in this moment in time. There is only now, in this piece of your mind,
By Wild MacroLove 4 years ago in Poets
For old friends β sitting on the park bench in my heart β There is no end without a beginning, nor beginnings that start before an end
By ππππππ πππππ 4 years ago in Poets
The view is just beyond the ridge. It is sunny, the snow not deep. Your body carries the true angels: the mottled shade the beams breaking through needle and snag
By T Gale4 years ago in Poets
I was sitting at a park bench, sighing the week's worries away. I'm not a fan of cricket, but the pitch seemed to lull me into a quieter mind.
By Rhi4 years ago in Poets
Lightening split the sky, thunder fell heavy on our ears The blanket of flame hid behind tall hills and even taller emergency vehicles
By Hailey Knape4 years ago in Poets
MY LAND At dawn I dress with your smell and while the stars escape the day I wake up under your shadow
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Poets
Jauntily throwing a punch at his comrade-in-arms, Achilles unwittingly sends him to his death. Swift, merciless arrows and flashing swords
By Isla Griswald4 years ago in Poets
Snowfall The crumpled leaves flying past my window turned to larger snowflakes and the falling had more intention. My heart chased after many desires until I stopped to watch them all fall, together filling the sky
