An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
While on my stroll I heard a hoot. Wait, scratch that, I’d better take aim before I shoot. Im not yearning for a splat.
By Azera alyse 4 years ago in Poets
Mom, can I go outside? I promise I'll act right Thanks Mom, see ya later Hey Johnny, let's go play Okay, no problem my guy
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
On this cool summer night Sun going down real slow Slip and slide spraying everywhere The kids on the block All running around the yard
Wise Eyes Wise with the time Set apart from the rest Watcher of the night Radiated by the moon Through the darkness of the night
By Kmac El Bey4 years ago in Poets
I am hopeful Seeing the sunlight rise Blue and transforming Flying fast Snapping dreams into reality I feel hope Seeing the stars
By Vince Johnson4 years ago in Poets
The picture is good. All is well. The structure is great. I can tell! Into that forest, onto heights, Does crown a barn owl, watching sleights.
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
Meet me where the wildflowers mourn over the unmarked grave of icebound epochs. Someone must encourage the saplings, judge the race between hummingbird and dragonfly
By Sawyer Scott4 years ago in Poets
I stand over the clear quartz stone I buried 6 days ago. The sun hasn't peaked over the horizon just yet, but the light from its near emergence casts shades of orange and pink amongst the clouds that linger.
By Ashley Stewart 4 years ago in Poets
The snow falls gently from the sky, almost as if it’s suspended in air- lingering before gravity continues to lay it softly on the ground.
You find yourself alone outside Under a starry sky A gush of wind surrounds you A burst of light then flashes by You walk towards the forest
By Nadia Iris4 years ago in Poets
The trees and I are intertwined Mirroring each other before the incline To become who we are Roots and principles must come forth
By Asante Jones4 years ago in Poets
