An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I love November mornings in Ottawa They are always a little cold but later they get a bit warm It is always nice to see the dew on the grass outside
By Anshuman Kumar4 years ago in Poets
Red Roses that are bright red Red Roses that could have bled Red Roses beautiful, and true Red Roses I pick for you Red Roses in my front yard
By Elizabeth Wakefield4 years ago in Poets
As the sun is eager to awaken I too, wait for the day The morning is bitter and brisk But soon to fade away Eagerly, the sun is over my head
By Richie AKA Uni-Verse4 years ago in Poets
Falling leaf, Gliding effortlessly, Kissing the large oak tree In correlation, more of us joined, Swaying to a melodious hum
By Iosefa Manu4 years ago in Poets
The flowers that bloom enjoy all the room to show us all that they are leaving soon. The autumn air brushes by reminding us
By Jeffrey Kippel4 years ago in Poets
Alone I stit, but in fact I am not. Kept company by gulls who eye me carefully. It is quiet I think, but it is not truly quiet,
By Alicia C4 years ago in Poets
Colours colours everywhere carpeting the forest as the trees go bare. Yellow, red, brown and golden enrich the scene
November rains are not the same as in July or May. My problems now are not the same as they were in my twenties.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
A flare of tender, fluttering gold between birch-white arms; spotted like a deer and in gentle waves you pass by those who cannot float.
By A. R. Judah 4 years ago in Poets
Laughing Waters separate the dock, the cove, and the clifftop castle Peeking through the treetops to watch me bathe In the same sun rays as those forever sealed in seared limestone
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
The Universal Love Song This is my song to the sun Thank you for living For guiding my journey to the one And the warmth that you’ve given
By Gaille Hunter4 years ago in Poets
Lively violin music emanates from the depth of the rickety old barn A raspy, throaty, slightly askew lilt That makes you want to let go and
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Poets
