An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Loughborough David’s decided to celebrate his birthday two months late. He looks better than last time I saw him, not so near the cemetery.
By Lauren M Foster4 years ago in Poets
Where is home? When you travel, the words “there’s no place like home” Take on a whole new meaning. Where is home? Home is the wooden door, the one there
By Alexandra Toto4 years ago in Poets
The womb is an ancient cave engraved into my DNA, saved fir birth, has a priceless worth. Gold be told, here is where the iron dwells, it alludes of the stregnth and undefined shape of creation.
By jocelyn Townsend 4 years ago in Poets
To all of the places I have been and known, It is not the destination that makes a home. As human beings, we long for connection,
By Haley Dudek4 years ago in Poets
Wood and windows, roofs and doors They changed every so often Dragging bins full of my favorite toys Across shaggy-rugged floors
By Shawn Thompson4 years ago in Poets
I can smell seasons changing Leaves are rearranging. From treetops to the floor Closing the open summer door. It’s beautiful - nature’s role
By Kristian Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Family Is the essence of the ground beneath my feet In a crowd of people It is the earth that brings me justice And just then I realize that
This is where I belong Under that sun in the sky I have watched the crops grow And the day turns into night I've seen things that I didn't want to see.
By Mohammed Rayhanur Rahman Pir4 years ago in Poets
Awe of the desert will never leave me. An alien landscape, that was my first thought as looming shadows of giant Saguaros rose in the distance,
By Ruvini De Alwis4 years ago in Poets
On layered ice and snow Where life desires no boundaries Enveloped by nature’s forces of humility Is where I found home
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Poets
Home is something that is still to discover A neverending search that I alone merely can't uncover Though home brings to mind love and stability
By India Grant4 years ago in Poets
For years I’ve lived a foreign dream Images from my past pressed between pages of a book tucked beneath covers to keep watch as a I sleep
By Melissa 4 years ago in Poets
