An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Made up of grass and cracks in the concrete, clinging to the edge of life, paper thin chained to lovely bones for infinity,
By Sara Wynn4 years ago in Poets
Lovely Luna Glowing bright, Sparkling moonbeams Fill the night. How beautiful you are to me And how much I love your energy
By Amanda Carol4 years ago in Poets
The crescent moon 🌙 illuminates and shines in the sky on a winters evening. The fiery, crimson, tropical sunset, glitters down on the city with hope and strong sunset beams✨🌌.
By Tatsumaki 4 years ago in Poets
Dumped in a convent, a child of eight years old; a hell on earth as Daisy cried herself to sleep, squinted with hatred as wandering nuns ignored childish weeping.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
I first saw you in the old city cemetery. You were mourning an Italian pilot whose name you loved, --Giovanni Valli!-- and whose crumbling headstone
By Ari Gold4 years ago in Poets
The seeds of doubt Planted for free Prey on fear Watered just a bit Over months or years Grow to erode 99.9% of known
By James Lanternman4 years ago in Poets
In spring, the seed of affection budded and bloomed Floral ecstasy blossomed, and the April rain perfumed Reborn and alive in the young love of our growing season
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Way too cold outside nowadays The South Pole is melting Kinda ironic if you ask Down here to study something A very interesting cold creature
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Huge urge for the outdoors Let’s pack up the RV Throught the country we go The trees look so stunning Sunlight shining throughout the leaves
Bellow and bloom along with the winged leaves of youth- allow them to gently kiss your eye's with sweet scented truth. What a docile and dainty mistress remaining hidden amongst the canopy-
By Darienne Williams4 years ago in Poets
Adventure/ Freedom / She yearns for that which she sees on the horizon/ The wind wisping her name in her ear / She wants the feel of the open sky above her / She wants to look up / The stars and all the clouds peering around her / Feel the warmth of the ground beneath her not like before
By Ria 4 years ago in Poets
It takes time to build a house. But it doesn't take time to erase Friendships with great difficulty. But enmity doesn't take time,
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
