An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Without a moment’s hesitation and completely void of any discrimination, we suffered your wrath Guided by Mother Nature and fueled with a god like vengeance, you obliterated everything in your path
By Katniss Forevergreen4 years ago in Poets
GHOSTS AND THE GOLDEN FALLS OF THE YING-YANG SEA 黃金瀑布 winter’s wounds sewn together by tender roses exhausted fingers
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Poets
Mighty Wings was flying one day, When it spotted a brother On a human’s balcony, roosted in a cage of gray. One of its own was held prisoner!
By Bahora Saitova 4 years ago in Poets
The distance between them is vast Crossing icy blue rivers, Mountains, hills, and forests, Prairie fields adorned with purple weeds
By A.M. Harte4 years ago in Poets
Every so often I find myself driving on the roads of my hometown. I need no map, I need no guide. Every inch
By Deus Boerner4 years ago in Poets
I slowly turn the key. The radio stops. Muscles relax, tension leaves my body. Thoughts, like falling leaves, slowly settle down.
By Margaret Draper4 years ago in Poets
There's a place where the water tastes normal, That is treasured in my mind. The cold liquid, tempered by warm summer air,
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Poets
In the rainforest Inside the bromeliad Insects never venture past those spiky leaves to roam. Their whole lives They have everything they want.
By Rhonda Kay4 years ago in Poets
My eyes graze over the land tall cornfields that kissed the edges of my daddy’s land and his daddy’s and his daddy’s before him
By J Lashelle4 years ago in Poets
I climb and climb and climb But it was only a few feet. When I get to a tree branch I like I eat most leaves on the tree branch.
By Et17214 years ago in Poets
My home is also home to wild things, a menagerie of beasties, who owe me nothing. Everybody thinks I live alone, but I don’t.
By Shirley Twist4 years ago in Poets
The wind it moves - unwinds me. Embracing me, it takes me. I allow it to shape me. I am carried, by its form.
By Maria Garcia4 years ago in Poets
