An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
She floats, sweetly weaving down Falling slowly, loving bubbles round She is Full of breath, of clean mountain life Tenderly curving left, then slightly to the right
By Kimberly Paulus5 years ago in Poets
Brown eyes to watch me as I dare to tread, Crowned by a wavy mess I long to touch, I gaze upon your slender limbs instead,
By Jane Grows Garden Rooms 5 years ago in Poets
Water damp, shaking drops from hair, Emerged from the River to sunbathe rocks. Watching paper boats float to paper docks.
By Oliver Kipp5 years ago in Poets
Stand underneath the fan where it is cool, Winged, spotted things take their flight in the dome, To try to catch the butterfly is fodder for the fool,
By Jenny Samuel 5 years ago in Poets
A beautiful day in August two thousand and nine My friends and I visited infamous Santa Cruz Broadwalk The sun was out, the sky blue and everything just fine
By Samantha Miller5 years ago in Poets
The mist thick at dawn's first sight Perfect time for casting my old ultra light . From the bank I hear a rustle Then jumps in a mouse
By Chris Siener5 years ago in Poets
Oh glorious the grass to green from brown; winter's grip waning upon warmer days. The Earth's proclamation of summer now found;
By Pam Marton5 years ago in Poets
Light creeps over the two kindred portals; Waves stir, and stars hide under its rife kiss. While the sand's warm touch mimics a mortal's,
By K. Kocheryan5 years ago in Poets
A sweeter Sunday never could be found, Than in the place where sun-light meets the sea, And waters flow and grasses grow unbound,
By Aisla Houghton-Foster5 years ago in Poets
In the early hours, of a summer’s day, I stand and admire, though my toes get wet, Watching swirls of mist and fresh daylight play,
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Poets
Far in the homeland of my ancestors, There’s a story of the strongest of men, Who longed for a life by his own measures.
By Chelsie Speer5 years ago in Poets
Sandy beach, accompanied with buckets and spades An intent to have fun, defying incoming tide Sun glistening on sparkling, dancing waves
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Poets
