An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
To be lost in nature, is just a part of my nature Sunday morning in the park, I await her The warmth from her sunlight wraps around me
By Josh Morgan4 years ago in Poets
No other way to say it. All ass first big and bounteous, shameless flirt five paces away daring anyone who’s anyone not to look.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
As I walked up the stairs sweat trickled off my body My eyes flickered to you and saw the perfection of your being I was lucky enough to stand behind you in line
By Elsa4 years ago in Poets
I looked at the stars, that twinkled with their eyes, It shone like superstars, Darkness it defies, The moon held a curious shape,
By random4 years ago in Poets
I step outside. Warm sunlight tickles my face, its presence welcoming I walk towards my floral garden and kneel down in the soft grass, ready to plant
By Jasmine Aguilar4 years ago in Poets
92 born in this world a baby cold as could be, 15 minutes not a single heartbeat Daddy held her tight and begged his creator to bring her back to life
By Brittany Lee 4 years ago in Poets
Twilight lingers on my skin – you, in faded hues of orange, pink and blue. Stretching far and wide in streams across the sky,
By Sarahbeth Graulich4 years ago in Poets
Saudade scented candles light the windowsill You say simple things — I’m proud of you; I can see you trying — and Oh!
By Olivia Dodge4 years ago in Poets
Joyful shouting, brighter days, Through blissful shows, and tender displays, An act of kindness and what it would bring, The refreshing waters brought forth in spring!
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
It is swift and terrible. I am in the expanse, exposed to the putrid stench of carrion. Fear focuses my eyes. A pathway opens up, and I am skittering through
By Brent Edwards4 years ago in Poets
Neon lights illuminate, A starless city night, Where once the ground was good and green, The street reflects the light. Stand beside a fallen tree,
By Kel4 years ago in Poets
Spring birds sing to the waking dawn, The chorus of a merry aria. How lovely is their serenaded sun, A reminder of earthly grace.
By M. Z. Belle4 years ago in Poets
