An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Golden hour in the fodder fields. Trembling leaves in the wood. A gleam that blossoms in jaded hearts, when no true flame ever would.
By Eden Scrafford4 years ago in Poets
She lit a candle that has a fragrance of apple and cinnamon. The aroma floats in the air; she pictured the two scents dancing as if it was a ball.
By C C4 years ago in Poets
Coffee flowers in full bloom, a brook to walk through, That long forgot to freeze; I see my home, a lie. Two giant peaks, austere and green, live in every deja vu.
By Noah Pam Skyler4 years ago in Poets
Grasp some well-deserved, gentle headspace, as you embrace drops of rain-lace. For broad is the craggy road of grace,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Clear skies, open waters, palm trees Beaches, sand in my toes High winds blowing through my hair Margaritas through the night
By Krissy Fowler4 years ago in Poets
When a beast knows it can be loved it changes It stops growling and tries to purr The course hair turns into soft fur It rubs against you for your attention
By Blake Smith4 years ago in Poets
The song said to "go away" come again another day but, I implore you, please stay give the clouds a chance to play. / I smell the water as it soaks into
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
Every morning, an old god exhales, And the waters outside my window break in crescents. As you rise, so do I, To shrug oceans of sheets from my shoulders,
By Dalena Le4 years ago in Poets
The place I learned to swim also the place I nearly drowned taught fearlessness as a lesson objective. Remained unfazed by genuine tears.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
Windemere Peaks bare witness to - endless cascading stars. As providence manifests itself amidst kismet cathedral skies.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Green sky flashes with electric light, breaking the monotony of blackness and quiet. A leviathan rises from the sea,
By Michael Sheehan4 years ago in Poets
The thunderclouds split their dome In, the sun inhaling her warm vocals, out She shines brightly on my new figure Two mountains of vicious claws
By Jose Arriaga4 years ago in Poets
