An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
West Coast rain like a blanket wraps me 'round there is magic in the dark ocean waves to be found sweeping up from the beach, bringing in rain and snow
By Maureen Kellar-Kirby4 years ago in Poets
The Earth speaks to me in Poetry. First wind whooshes or wails the tone, Supplying the air her foundation For the poem to be blown round the globe.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
I sense it. Floating on my back I feel movement; a shaking in the sea, ripples revealing a glistening gray head, my body
By Gillian Hinton4 years ago in Poets
Heaven is a home to me, It is a beautiful place to live, It is a place for good people It is the reward for people who did not do bad things and
By Sandra Bongjoh4 years ago in Poets
Tears dry up and the stain they leave behind is washed away. Nothing in this world is strong enough that you dwell in it or it stays with you for life and for every minute of every day. At some point you part, you take different roads.
By Tamama Khan4 years ago in Poets
Connect the dots, what do you see? A portrait of hope or one of despair? Whatever you choose, I’m riding shotgun Wherever we go, I don’t really care.
By Ricky Blue4 years ago in Poets
When the moon grows big and round and shiny Only as big as a full moon can be, it gets eclipsed. Not always, but sometimes!!
By Neera Handa4 years ago in Poets
A star not known She had a language of her own, Her own way to show her love and care, She would meet people as if It has been years to the bond they share.
By Asim4 years ago in Poets
Life is like a wasteland. So arid, damp, and cluttered. Once so full of possibilities and promise. Now, seemingly swept clean of these things.
By Kounokan4 years ago in Poets
A Hope of Man Rocketing skyward, a great new age lifts itself. Fly rockets of hope! Moon Lovely, lonely Moon,
By Apogee4 years ago in Poets
i was walking in you when i found you in me flowers in my skull blossom with every thought we grow and when it rains,
By Nicole Oliver4 years ago in Poets
The Siege of those nasty flies, Is written across the skies, As the land is filled with hopeless sighs. The flies are buzzing in and flying around,
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
