An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Last night I got to talk to Saturn and Jupiter. I know theyre planets but they look like stars if you know who they are. Last night I didn't know if I should kill myself or stay alive.
By Charles Walton4 years ago in Poets
Old tree in front of me how I admire your steadfast presence, your seasonal transformations in synergy with every element
By Blair Lumsden.4 years ago in Poets
Early New England mornings Sunrise cups of tea Pre-dawn light adorning Waking up to be I wait to be productive For now, not on the mind
By T.F. Hall4 years ago in Poets
You are watering my tree. Now I am constantly growing new leaves. My field grows and up springs poppies. This is apart of what your love has done for me.
By Haley Keen4 years ago in Poets
Home is love, home is safe Home is where you can erase The pitfalls of life that have got you down the place where people can remove your frown
By Brandon Samuel4 years ago in Poets
Sometimes Only sometimes, When I’m afraid that when my lips part Tears will fall instead of nouns. Or fist will lay instead of punctuation marks.
By Morgan McCoy4 years ago in Poets
My dear Land I don’t know how I glisten There is life in me and around me I keep giving and never take When I receive
By laura a acuna4 years ago in Poets
I haven’t always loved the water or myself for that matter. As a kid, I would kick and scream before swim lessons. The cold pool deck air, on cold wet skin, on a cold Canadian winter Sunday.
By Dave Coast4 years ago in Poets
On those summer days Before the plague We made memories Everlasting joy Became nostalgia later on As we ran through the grass
By Chemical Legend4 years ago in Poets
There’s a reason why things move slower here because the deep blue waves Beg us not to care -- The same reason why the palm tree sways
By Kellion K4 years ago in Poets
home to me, is a place in clarity, whether that’s a thing, or a lively wonder of being, home can be life, of ones surrounding,
By Bailey Andrew 4 years ago in Poets
the dream is nature and in the deep caves of the forest i’d dance naked and slowly by the grand waterfall i wouldn’t have a yard but a forest filled with life
By Manuela Caamano4 years ago in Poets
