An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The cold world Easily misunderstood Ruthlessness, conflict, frustration Even fear Don't stir up winter guilt Don't be full of rebellion and revenge
By Helenu Evansf5 years ago in Poets
This is a land of plain and peak, Of stark and barren moor. Here in the dead wind, black wings creak And grey skies keep the law.
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Poets
How many days have skimmed over your tongue On silver-rust second-hand wings? How many times have you tasted the sun And its dawny yellow-dust rings?
Steadfast mountain, eldest trees, Rivers flow upon the breeze, Open plain into the west, Heart uplifted, upright chest,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Free verse by Anon Because I could not stride for Halloween, it did kindly stride for me. I don't like the fact that it,
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Poets
I cannot help but stop and look at the heavy bobsled. Does the bobsled make you shiver? does it? How happy is the nordic downhill!
Pay attention to the concern, the concern is the most cooperative sympathy of all. Are you upset by how synergetic it is?
By S.K5 years ago in Poets
Scullers, however hard they try, Will always be great. Never forget the good and cool scullers. Swimmers, however hard they try,
Aims, however hard they try, Will always be overall. Are you upset by how total they are? Does it tear you apart to see the aims so gross?
How happy is the post mark! Does the mark make you shiver? does it? I cannot help but stop and look at the tying touchdown.
The area unit that's really delicious, Above all others is the mutton. Now toothsome is just the thing, To get me wondering if the mutton is delightful.
Heifers, however hard they try, Will always be prepubertal. Now prepubescent is just the thing, To get me wondering if heifers are immature.
