An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
“Pause for clarity. Equalize. Recover. Breath.” Everything that matters occurs from your heart and travels through your chest to the spaces between your ears.
By inQubate4 years ago in Poets
Far, far away in an unknown landscape, where an unfinished muddy road, made of red bricks, meanders into a century-old banyan tree,
By somsubhra banerjee4 years ago in Poets
To see the world from a different perspective and understand we are what we see. To smile, to laugh, to love and cherish.
By Kellie Gilman4 years ago in Poets
It has been more than 24 years now I still miss you, my dear city. There was a time in the early 1990s when I first became acquainted with you
By Anshuman Kumar4 years ago in Poets
Mornings, the rising sun, but usually depends on season that is now occurring. depending listening to the beginnings of chirping and tweeting birds
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
These little poems come from a series of works I had tucked away for several years before I decided to self publish a chapbook of my poems, mainly to give to family and friends, although I did sell a handful of copies.
By Michèle Nardelli4 years ago in Poets
Graceful Rain The tranquility of the mismatched colors of the forest, grass, and sky is like a silent stretch when the rain visits.
By Raissa Dassel4 years ago in Poets
Silence filled the air save for the drip drop drip drop. The night — still as a photograph. We sat under the stars
By Lucy Dan (she/her/她)4 years ago in Poets
Nestled among the old oak trees... Live the spirits who visit each day... They usually appear early in the morning... If you listen closely you can hear them say...
By Jeffrey Pipes Guice4 years ago in Poets
Fan Whir and trill cicada song rise and fall night orchestra. Sudden cricket solo. Far away bass thunder rumble punctuates several measures.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Poets
i have a memory from my childhood that i think about once in a while when a storm rolls in, rapping on the door and watering the plants.
By Brittany MacKeown4 years ago in Poets
The wind rattles my windowpanes And howls ghosting through the eves The trees sway and bend horizontally Losing all their leaves.
By Paul Douglas4 years ago in Poets
