An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
How happy is the blue sea! Does the sea make you shiver? does it? Tunicates, however hard they try, Will always be small.
By Aava Sharma5 years ago in Poets
Drifting, Floating Swimming, Flowing Sinking, Drowning Drifting, Floating Life is simple; effortless My body naturally buoyant
By Celeste Barbier5 years ago in Poets
In the sun, I'm smashing flowers Try to run and get devoured plowing with destructive powers Rip off the petals one by one
By Շђє ςєɭєгץ кเภﻮ5 years ago in Poets
I present myself to you in ways I rotate I am here simply because of fate Although, the mere thought of my shift Has made you wonder upon my spinning so swift
By Barbara Falo5 years ago in Poets
Sand caresses skin Salt flows into water Ears pop and become silent Hair floats above you Your fingers start to wrinkle
By Holly5 years ago in Poets
The evening cool rolls across the lawns, Lack of motion-- not a sound. A field of pumpkins lay ripe on the ground. The dried vines curling up, withering in yawns.
By KK2455 years ago in Poets
She is a beautiful old lady. Even though she’s gone stiff in old age. In days gone by, she was fiery. But time makes bones old and forms a cage.
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Poets
Save our rivers now and keep them clear As the end of the rivers is very near. We cannot live without water, Without rivers, the earth will become hotter.
By Saqib khan 5 years ago in Poets
On a summer day, I feel the heat of the sun on me. Beads of moisture start forming on my forehead. A cold drink is a distant memory.
By Mad For Fabric5 years ago in Poets
The sun, a star of the galaxy and the beating heart of planet earth Continues to give life and growth since the beggining of time of its birth
By CJ Enterprise5 years ago in Poets
Now here when I stand, on the verge of my death, I see you laughing, I don't envy your laughter, but I do fear your tears.
Though it has a peaceful surface its hard to brake We build our foundations from it so our houses won't shake You can smash it into pieces but its character stays strong
By Eddie Heath5 years ago in Poets
