An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Home is where the heart is. When I leave there is a singular connection which tugs on my soul. Being to far puts me through withdraw.
By Shanae Robinson4 years ago in Poets
GILA MONSTER by Cleve Taylor A Gila Monster isn't a monster And a Komodo Dragon isn't a dragon But their names excite the imagination.
By Cleve Taylor 4 years ago in Poets
Refresh anew – Calm the mare within: Lasso this rearing mare tonight She jumped the fence into the dark Ran blind to black and stormy plight
By Pamela Williams4 years ago in Poets
A place where I'm loved unconditionally A place where I can leave my worries in my past A place I always wanted to be when I was out on the street
By Rajesh Vairapandian4 years ago in Poets
In a town meant for passing through, there are some things that stay. Living along the highway, there’s the light yellow
By Chelsey Burden4 years ago in Poets
Horses are great , it is sad that some of them are not safe It is absolutely bad, that some of them are sad If you treat them inferior
By Lillyp Lponnusamy4 years ago in Poets
When The Wind Blows Through The Willow Trees, You Shall See The Rising Of The Seven Seas, The Weather As We Know It, Shall Get Catastrophic Very Fast,
By Kaylon Forsyth4 years ago in Poets
British ships sail by the azure. Uninvited footprints land, upon the stretch of gold. Gunpower erupts, the British evaporate,
By Josh Clements4 years ago in Poets
Within a restless mind, resides the desire of release, lives lived without peace and yet this is normal. For the norm this is home
By Michael L Neuhaus4 years ago in Poets
Human Tree Take a seed Hold it in your heart Breathe Count to three 1,2,3 Put it in soil Bury it Water it with pure cleanse water
By Gladys W. Muturi4 years ago in Poets
I step off the jet plane to my sweet Hawaii’nei. Home. The sweet smell of aloha. How I love my home. No matter where I live, this here will always be my “home”.
By Sara MC4 years ago in Poets
My heavy heart, full of feelings, carried by the wind... What? Why? Where?.. I ask into the distance, my sour heart, silent inside...
By Meltem ARIKAN4 years ago in Poets
