An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Home is a place to be to see Home is a place for you and for me Home can be here but it’s most likely there Home is somewhere I’d like to be there
By Sarah urffer4 years ago in Poets
Steel gray clouds gather in the midday sky, each one letting loose cold, wet drops. As they pattern down, each is undecided whether
By Chris Weppler 4 years ago in Poets
From a tired countryside Emerged a weary band— Saw ambling clouds spilling happy light Upon a merry land. Somber peaks of startling purple
By Emily Prichard 4 years ago in Poets
I wonder if the trees get nervous when they are being stared at, or if they start to panic when the wind rattles their leaves
By Tyler Sunde4 years ago in Poets
The dusky horizon coloured in a light shade of orange, a bunch of flying seagulls sprinkled in white amongst those orangish hues,
By somsubhra banerjee4 years ago in Poets
Strength and glory upon his head, Displays the royal rack of kings. The elk’s antlers soon will shed, Its glorious and velvety sheen.
By Corrin Harris4 years ago in Poets
Flowers bloom beside the waterfall 🌼 Is it too soon to pick them?🌼 It seems a shame to lift them from their home 🌼 Beside the splashing waterfall🌸
By Shana Drama4 years ago in Poets
Summer’s goodbye drifts to an Autumn Hello The hot, humid days becoming just a shadow Crisp Autumn breeze driving away the heat
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Sunset A thoughtless glance back The sky over the village as if it had been scheduled Curling out
By madeline nikhil Jensen4 years ago in Poets
The clouds are light and the wind is light. Life is like a dream and the years are relentless At the lake, I remember that you are a
By tray latoye Jolene4 years ago in Poets
Summer is always accompanied by rain Walking on the mossy On the mossy stone paths, holding Umbrellas without saying a word
By schnapp jeanie4 years ago in Poets
Poem of Sea Salt Salt proves with repeated crushing:It has a bitter heart Salt on the wound is to make people remember not to forget the pain after the wound is healed
By ovida isidro4 years ago in Poets
