An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Tumbling down, fluttering on a cold arctic gale, It arrives. The tormenting emptiness of yesterday’s memories Kiss my eyelashes with ice and snow
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
I feel the chill of the air as it sweeps by my face. The sun is slipping behind the clouds as they start to gather in the sky.
By Mad For Fabric4 years ago in Poets
Heading Into the storm Seems crazy when you know it’s coming But you said you would You’ve made plans You’ve cancelled others
By Gillian Lesley Scott4 years ago in Poets
As I start to lose my balance I recognize what it takes to restore it Serenity, peace, and tranquility — I walk into the vibrant gardens
By Irreversible Poet4 years ago in Poets
BLUE Blue. I am Blue. Every illuminating and effectuating Shade of it. Blue I am everywhere and everything Blue is.
By Scott D. Rodgers4 years ago in Poets
I ate so many oranges I was sick sometimes the things you love will not always love you back When two horses stare at each other
By Kalie P. 4 years ago in Poets
This world is cruel, the robin’s blue egg in your soft palm knows this best. a hard shell, a mother who cares, her baby knowing more about the world than her,
When I was 18, I had a dream that I could control water. Yet I walked alone through the desert- the sand whipping my power from every pore.
By Sarah Langthorne4 years ago in Poets
I. When the rain is its seasons. Rays give it courage to stay beautiful. Care that makes it wonderful. II. Bee is visiting one after another.
By Hale Marie4 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of summer days through my winter nights Remembering sunshine’s warmth under northern lights Snowflakes dancing past sacred memories that glow
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Skies bear a great deal of mysteries with clouds like petals of white sunflowers STILL Tallulah Can’t fully express herself
By Saroyan Coles4 years ago in Poets
A child peers out from a castle embrasure, peering out he sees tiny balls of white flutter the sky when they hit the ground, the child wonders why
By Asante Jones4 years ago in Poets
