An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I talked to the stars at night. When I was young I could talk to anyone. I felt as if everyone cared about what I was going through
By Emma Shanley Williams4 years ago in Poets
I fell in love on the edge of the skyline dreaming with you Of a world with no goodbyes Staring up at the skyline. I was looking up and down and all around
All around me are words, That won't stop bothering me. All around me are words, In this world of troubles and odds. If you can't escape them and try to face them,
By Silvia4 years ago in Poets
Endings are not as peaceful as sunsets For our intuition creates plagues Through our cognition it torments. The dreadful humiliation Screwciating regrets Shameful deeds Desperate aim to be free
Sun-kissed by your aura, have we shined in a life before? Iridescent light dances in the spaces between your eyelashes kaleidoscope prisms appear when they meet.
By Aujha Aye4 years ago in Poets
Take her story at face value; assume what she says is true Judge her and you get drawn towards the door of a bolted heart Pretend and you’ve lost even before you can begin Show – off and there you make another mistake; for she’s never impressed by that stuff
The Damsel dons her purple dress, She flies with beauty and finesse, Her wings a filagree delight, In golden skies of dappled light.
By Wendy - Empathic Tigress4 years ago in Poets
When I was little We never went to the beach, Or the lake, Or the river In fact, the very idea that, Anything was larger than the creek behind my house
By Lindsay Stevens4 years ago in Poets
At first, there was darkness. The roundness of my form compressed tight. I can feel the open space above me, but for now, I sit and wait.
By Luke Foster4 years ago in Poets
As I sat there Staring down the big oak tree in my yard I realized there was beauty in the leaves I realized there was beauty in the trees
By Lorelai Breedlove4 years ago in Poets
The sun pierced through her eyelids, as she walked in the golden grains, her feet soothed by the sparkling water, the swift wind wafted past her hair,
By random4 years ago in Poets
Beachside just before the rise Quiet lest for waves tapping against shore as if to politely shake the city awake Even the gulls respect the hour as they soar noiselessly over the sand and salty dissolve
By Markus Shields4 years ago in Poets
