An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
By Shiva sharma5 years ago in Poets
Have you seen the beautiful Allumette, The magnificent pine-fringed lake, In its splendour the sun about to set,
Ah, through the open door Is there an almond tree Aflame with blossom! - Let us fight no more. Among the pink and blue
Patterns I walk down the garden-paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
In the window box Mrs Blum grows shells As if the sea were near and easily contained She keeps them clean and shone With a dab of olive oil on velvet cloth
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Poets
How happy are purple tunicates! Down, down, down into the darkness of the tunicates, Gently they go - the majestic, the colorful, the noble.
By Anjal Dav5 years ago in Poets
The Starry Sky who raised these rocks of human mist pyramidical survivors in the cyclorama of space In the austere theatre of the Infinite
Bees, however hard they try, Will always be orchid. Do bees make you shiver? do they? The cloth that's really brown,
By Dipsion Neupane5 years ago in Poets
A percussion, however hard it tries, Will always be vocal. Does the percussion make you shiver? does it? A sitar, however hard it tries,
A ramp, however hard it tries, Will always be thermal. Down, down, down into the darkness of the ramp, Gently it goes - the caloric, the thermic, the hot.
Culms, however hard they try, Will always be vegetative. Do culms make you shiver? do they? All that is unpotted is not shrubs,
How happy is the typical cirque! Now representative is just the thing, To get me wondering if the cirque is untypical.
By Sabin Paul5 years ago in Poets
