An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The horses grazed, a herd of family, friends, There in the grassy meadow graced with flowers. The sunset sky stretched oe’r the riverbend
By Emma Laurens5 years ago in Poets
We moved into our home four years ago: It was a sweaty night in early June with the sleepy cicadas moving slow and the magnolia tree in full bloom.
By Pallavi Juneja5 years ago in Poets
When you remind me of the morning light, I see a candle-glow of dawn, now pink Across the rocky shore, with shadows bright,
By Rose Kleidon5 years ago in Poets
My love of singing blossomed that summer, Sitting In the driveway against the wall, Windows propping up the CD player,
By Chelsie Speer5 years ago in Poets
As I lay here, eyes closed; I see it all and begin to crave, Hearing a plea from my soul; a yearning for a distant pleasure,
By Laura Rosario5 years ago in Poets
What was I expecting on this summer vacation? Luxuries by the pool and seafood that matched the price of the finest wine. Instead, I was in full rejection, seeing the destination of the location.
By Emiki Vee5 years ago in Poets
By Aly De Angelus Along the shoreline laid a frozen star Baking, beholden by the summer sun A treasure caught in ocean's mystic jar
By Aly De Angelus5 years ago in Poets
One sunny night, I walked down the bountiful field, Getting pierced by thorns, and cutting through the mud- tall trees stood joyful around my feet, yet the truth was still concealed,
By Paulina Carvajal5 years ago in Poets
White capped foam atop liquid walls, hurtle in, stirring, now crashing the grains of sand under wild waves thrashing. Bobbing heads, younger wave surfers,
By Eli Johnston5 years ago in Poets
Barefoot wading into the river clear, Sun beats down on flat rock, katydids sing, Cats slink down Fitzroy roads, we drink warm beer,
By Rowen McCoy5 years ago in Poets
With rubber boots up to their knees, The small boat came down the pier; Life vests only let out their glee, Like the worms they pretended to put in their ear.
By Richard Soulliere5 years ago in Poets
Petals veined like skin will rain when honey bees fly hive-home. Summer’s shadows cast by leaves hide boney branches hold
By SARAH STEWART5 years ago in Poets
