An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The glory of this day is not yet apparent. 1. Avert your gaze from staring directly into the sun, in challenge. 2. Stomp the ground to raise the soil around you, in fine clouds of dust.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)4 years ago in Poets
Ripples scattered on the jade creek surface In the living rainfall of spring Petals blown with force, though listless
By Tanner Peiffer4 years ago in Poets
Step inside my faerie-ring. Come away with me, Sleep inside the trees. Dance with me on toadstools, Sing with me until the sun warms the moss
By Cheshire4 years ago in Poets
********* Every Spring my Gramma would re-paint the old tires that lined the walkway towards her cottage door.
By C.D. Hoyle4 years ago in Poets
When flowers cry, they give a decade of butterflies What did you think of butterflies flying with flowers? I was trampled by the wind
By ishfaq hussain4 years ago in Poets
We do not- have time for a snow storm Really Where do all the well-adjusted people go? Some travel up to Boston. Some display in their own art show
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Poets
Sing to me, again and again the song of the sky Make me feel the wind rushing by my skin and tangling my hair Show me the ancient trees
By Starlight Storm4 years ago in Poets
Slopes, Blinding in the bluebird weather Alabaster white Brighter than a diamond’s flash And colder than the night,
Until the dull sky air of warmth mixes with the chilly breeze From the frigid air forming a different kind of rain of below the degrees
By CJ Enterprise4 years ago in Poets
Mourning in the nightfall, pouring in the rain, The refusal of pleasure, the amplification of pain, Sorrow in the atmosphere, more then considered the norm,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Many seasons have changed You are sad too, we are sad too You are not the only one suffering Truth be told, we are also clothed
By Learn to Develop4 years ago in Poets
I have experienced mother nature’s metamorphosis throughout the day The way she changes her dress Playing with colors Causing the sun to rise and fall at the beginning and end of every day
By Ali SP4 years ago in Poets
