An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Gushing breeze awaits its break Fearing not its split or the leaves it may shake Surrounding all matter halting for none
By Jewels4 years ago in Poets
It’s moonlit star time, it’s mine and yours time. Covers cocoon me, impressions balloon me fill me deeply dreamy sleepy eyes consume me. I’m slowly moving from horizontal to vertical stance to continue in another world, this reality, our romance.
By Jade Swayne4 years ago in Poets
Night Owl is my name. I have yet to learn how to rest.I work hard in the night because I want all of the blessings. I’m putting on pressure.I know it’s not (heal)thy .My body is begging me for rest.I can not accept it.
By Se'Viona B4 years ago in Poets
Christening the bleak of grey; The paradox of dark and day, Confined to single Moment’s blush for longer light the earthly lust.
By Mae H.4 years ago in Poets
whispers of the boat man echo through the golden birches afternoon light awakes his attention to create, splendour are the ones
By Elly-Grace Rinaldis4 years ago in Poets
One day the dream was broken from sleep, The door of happiness Turned again and looked at it, Time stood between life and death,
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
At the Lake The deep tones of the water As it moves towards the shore Crashing against the rocks The soprano chirps of the birds
By Stephanie Featherstone4 years ago in Poets
First there was darkness then came the light. One could not see then they called it sight. Why does the world look so dark, ask man…?
By Thomas R Dorsett Jr4 years ago in Poets
The sound of shells underfoot always brings me back to my childhood. Two-hundred meters from the beach a casual stroll, no shoes
By Michael Redgen4 years ago in Poets
When you appear I want to be cliche And wail, All must despair for the moon is here! Here with her hollow light
By Taylor Allen King4 years ago in Poets
She woke one morning, her eyes open The weather, a perfect match to her mood, Dark low hanging clouds, ready to burst As are her feelings as she lays and broods.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
What’s that? (looks up) That’s the moon. What’s it doing? Um, well, I guess it’s hanging out in the sky, following the Earth around.
By Mawde Olssen4 years ago in Poets
