An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Dancing on the soft emerald grass, tall and wild needing a shave. First stepping lightly, then a fast paced stomp. Two rabbits hop playfully
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Humanity’s relationship with nature is a sweet and sour story A constant struggle and tug of war for dominance Humanity was given the responsibility of caring for his earthly home But nature’s account of man’s stewardship is bittersweet
By Imabong Faminu4 years ago in Poets
January brings the paddy grains, Beaten rice, curd with sweet essence. February shows the season of spring, Beautiful blossoms in full swing.
By Nira Kumari4 years ago in Poets
To the man who made me notice the bees. I've never seen a dandelion spider... an effigy of lemonade, limbs dripped in washed out sunshine,
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Poets
It was dark. Too dark. Dark enough to where I was blinded by my own malevolence. The thick and murky forest, Where shadows appeared much more threatening.
By Connor Erickson4 years ago in Poets
To her, he was the world. He showed her things she never knew. He made her want to dance again. Just like the paper dolls in the sky.
By Sage Silva4 years ago in Poets
I swing from the rooftops Grasping the umbilical cord of the storm, Leaping from bolt to bolt and narrowly Outrunning the rumbling disapproval
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Beneath the evergreen forests Even beyond the urban lights A lady roams the streets To find her objective No time for small talk
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Poets
Sunny stroll through the pumpkin patch I’m seeking to find my perfect match Orange and round, I pluck you from the vine
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Iridecesa floats, like a bird above the clouds Levi doesn’t clip her wings, with a deceitful dressmaker blades but encourages
By Saroyan Coles4 years ago in Poets
Under a clear shimmery screen A gleaming sparkling pleasant sun I feel comfortable and keen To the point of tasting a bun
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
It is late afternoon on a warm fall day and the sun casts its golden light across the field. The corn has all been harvested, and now I have a panoramic view of the beautiful rolling hills that surround us.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Poets
