An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I roam the streets of my territory as the Boss Tom Cat Wandering from Hooman house to Hooman house at will, This house feeds me my favourite ham and that one my milk
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
The sun rises every day to bring light to our skies; The moon makes an appearance when it’s time to close our eyes. The flowers come out to bloom
By Penelope Henain5 years ago in Poets
In my culture, my people have a deep connection to where we were raised. We are inextricably tied to that land. The word for this is – ‘turangawaewae’(1).
By Terry Anne Jones5 years ago in Poets
Change is here. It always was, sitting across from you. Let go. I am not only asking you to let go but I am telling you.
By Chloe Moers5 years ago in Poets
Biddledee Biddledee is a large, big black bee Again, bobbing and weaving, alone I see Who lives under some old withered leaves
By rusch5 years ago in Poets
Starfish gaze into the Infinite and Come across a reflection of themselves Some trade tidepools for vast Nebulas
By Alexander Grutza5 years ago in Poets
Kylecovey Smith 4-22-21 The Growth of My Force Growing up is something that I always cherished because that is the first step of manhood and my own business.
By Kylecovey Smith5 years ago in Poets
White blossoms Happened overnight. They have no reason for being there, For being so multitudinous. Sweet smell of June,
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Poets
The night she painted my bark with broken, bloodied berries, she foretold a kindred fate. We were divided by roots and bones—
By Sam Eliza Green5 years ago in Poets
Tears falling from one enduring pain They fall slowly along with the rain Listening to the song of the birds' Such a pretty sound without any word's
By Melissa Boggess5 years ago in Poets
I walked through cold, ear-drumming air, Up to the fell then down to the trees, Where contemplation was thieved By a cacophony of caws.
By John Welford5 years ago in Poets
'Twas stormy weather brewing, August tenth Pandemic chaos simply not enough The inland straight-lines blew, derecho squall
By Kat Sung (they/them)5 years ago in Poets
