An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A weightlifting, however hard it tries, Will always be repetitive. A weightlifting is unvaried. a weightlifting is continual,
By Dipsion Neupane5 years ago in Poets
Waters, however hard they try, Will always be stormy. Now dirty is just the thing, To get me wondering if waters are boisterous.
The daylight that's really rainy, Above all others is the evening. Never forget the inclement and showery evening. How happy is the peaceful extinction!
I saw the the stately neaten of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the spruce. Are you upset by how imposing it is?
Don't belive that minks are ugly? minks are beautiful beyond belief. Minks are incredible. minks are sweet, minks are enchanting, however.
The Veil of May No more than a week and the leaves have all come out on the ash trees now they are more than half open
By Ali Jan5 years ago in Poets
There’s no story, whoever you are. I’m the raccoon whisperer; I tell no lies. It started over twenty years ago when I met a raccoon.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening b Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here
By Mohsin5 years ago in Poets
If you don't follow the traveler's footsteps Until the seaside guarded in June Is there as much wind and rain on the journey
By arlesterzquphwg5 years ago in Poets
Before the sun can kiss the face of the Earth, the Gardener awakens, longing to tend to his blooming oasis. Although he has worked on many beautiful, garden soils before,
By Anupallavi Sinha5 years ago in Poets
OH SUN My soul was away from me, Everyone said let it be, But you oh sun brought back the heat, And once more you made my heart beat.
By Shizza5 years ago in Poets
Sunny Days and Rain. I felt the same excruciating pain. Can you tell me something? Was that the end of our so-called Everything?
