An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Let Me Tell You A Love Story True love is caring for another as much as I do, knowing full well she doesn’t care at all about me. Love is exhausting myself in preservation efforts to get nothing in return. And true love is not holding that against her.
By Hannah Pugh5 years ago in Poets
In medias res means “in the middle of things” It's how Homer's epics usually start In the middle of things When you think about it,
By Jennifer Regis5 years ago in Poets
The endless river and the little infinitesimal waves strewed across, waves that caress the boat one after the other, as it oscillates slowly, sometimes faster,
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Poets
Resembling clusters of suns spread on a green bed. Strangers among residential blades that grow in heaven’s direction.
By Pablo Angel Castro 5 years ago in Poets
I wake up to clouds on the horizon. Must I rise now? Maybe another minute beneath the covers. Sun, where are you? The clouds are a blanket across the sky.
By Mad For Fabric5 years ago in Poets
The snow goes wild here around my house The snow goes wild here around my house But that's the only thing here I collected them for you
By Nitu Howlader5 years ago in Poets
A sight for sore eyes... A home hidden in the breeze Glances at what can be and what cannot Tree tops filled with ice glares
By samantha tan5 years ago in Poets
What is a sound of the ocean? The waves slapping the perfidious sand, The wind fighting its forced path. What is a smell of the ocean?
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Poets
Friction grinding, mind in despair Walked down to the seaside in search of repair Sand burning white cold rage, aggressively leading the desert tip toed dance to oceans release
By Mel Sharpe 5 years ago in Poets
Chicken math No they can’t add It’s a joke for some And more than a growing fad One plus one is supposed to equal two
By Cindy Ave5 years ago in Poets
After all these years, Although they are not all these years, I cannot put into words how deep the stars In the midnight sky run in my blue veins.
By Jadyn Rufe5 years ago in Poets
The record that's really minute, Above all others is the film. Now instant is just the thing, To get me wondering if the film is second.
By Thomos James5 years ago in Poets
