An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The wind races through the branches of nearby trees. Clouds begin to gather. I feel the moisture in the air. Raindrops start falling. Drip, drip, drip.
By Mad For Fabric5 years ago in Poets
The tree twists around itself, As if it is protecting its core. The sun cuts through the leaves, And onto the ground beneath.
By Justice Judge5 years ago in Poets
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single human breast.
By Raj Karki5 years ago in Poets
The wind was an axe And the dust was its blade, Even the trees bent half Could not stop their swing; They came with a will
By Rana Ansar 5 years ago in Poets
"Gwanwyn" Rivers of light flow from the east, Shards of truth piercing the beast, Dark minions huddle, shivering in fright, Warm sunrise embraces, ending the night!
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Poets
"Nineteen for '21" Sing these nineteen lines, carry the tune! Spring Festival during waxing moon, Grandchildren all here, the greatest boon, Warm days and green meadows coming soon!
All the bird wants to do is not cause its mom any plight, When the mother is doing everything she can to help it. With all the treasures it brings back and all the pieces of food the bird bites,
By Saqib khan 5 years ago in Poets
Oh how beautiful With you, the sunset is! The view itself seems like an imagination. Like an art of work from god himself.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Poets
I started swimming this summer I mean I always could But I started trying this summer To really make sure I did. I took myself to the water
By Fiona Anderson5 years ago in Poets
Breathing in the sweet petrichor Walking on the rain-kissed soil Asked I the half-wilted flowers Oh why are you thus floored?
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Plantations, however hard they try, Will always be coastal. Are you upset by how maritime they are? Does it tear you apart to see the plantations so inshore?
By S.K5 years ago in Poets
I cannot help but stop and look at the new lunchbox. Now unaccustomed is just the thing, To get me wondering if the lunchbox is revolutionary.
