An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
There are so many things that bring me joy The longest days and summer sun My family and a sticky bun Bob the cat and my favourite hat
By Vince Hall5 years ago in Poets
A few months ago, I discovered the shocking truth: most bees are solitary! I've been enthralled by these stereotype-busting essential insects ever since.
By TheSpinstress 5 years ago in Poets
To inject rules intravenously in society depraves those with no chance, A finite idea of escape must be cultivated in order to see the sun,
By Aaron Rivera (aka NABU)5 years ago in Poets
A little marsh-plant, yellow green, And pricked at lip with tender red. Tread close, and either way you tread Some faint black water jets between
By shyam sapkota5 years ago in Poets
I come, like Oblivion, to sweep away The scattered beams from the car of day: The gems which the evening has lavishly strown
Boiled peanuts, sweet peaches and cold snow cones, lazy days with a book under pine trees, catfish stew, slow-cooked, by men in the zone,
By L.A. Hancock5 years ago in Poets
Shapeless rumbling low and keen, A hum of white noise Against the blue background Of a careless enlightenment. Staring round at daisies,
By Aisla Houghton-Foster5 years ago in Poets
Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes, Unto the East, and say what there appears! "Alas!" the voice of Poesy replies,
By voyages in air, With constant thought and care, Much knowledge had a swallow gain'd, Which she for public use retain'd,
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, And a bush, in the corner, of may, On the orchard wall I used to sprawl
Every tree eventually learned to fly when all the birds died like the dinosaurs, but not before giving the trees their wings and teaching them how to soar in the sky away from humans and fires.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
I close my eyes and picture a flower
By Nyutu Woods5 years ago in Poets
