An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Recalling days of youth in the summer Cousins and friends, my young brother, and dogs Exploring fields, forest, beyond our homes
By Sylvie Gagné5 years ago in Poets
A bunch of lupines, bending in the sun Holding their sides and laughing just for fun Too hysterical from giggling at Life and Lunacy
By Rohini Sunderam5 years ago in Poets
Gooey marshmallows covered in chocolate; graham crackers crumbling now in my hands, crackles of fireflies sparks off the logs
By Adrien Malicdem5 years ago in Poets
The lands were green and alive again; For Persephone humbled the meadows of the mortal. Romance took roots and blossomed in the rain,
By Aahna Kulkarni5 years ago in Poets
This Summers memory of a time long past. When I was strong and healthily, and able to dance. Arriving as the warm sun is at full mast.
By Marleen Nish5 years ago in Poets
I wish I could show you The slanting afternoon sunlight on the Yellow-green-bright Leaves, And the floating specks of
By Marissa Barnier5 years ago in Poets
Blurred sunlit landscapes, moments racing by Dissolve within the shadows and the light. The rusted rail wanes, its shrieking sad sigh,
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Poets
Haybales Hot sun bakes oh my arms so red and scratched Ahead the field bales dot the path remain. Storms seen afar portent to harm unmatched;
By CHRISTINE LEE BUHR5 years ago in Poets
An Eternal Slumber in Mother's Lap What to write about nature, Nature has always been here to nurture. To nurture is to unleash our true nature,
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
The August heat dared not to touch this place, Yet Autumn chill and fine mist held sovereignty; Masses, stood frozen by furious pace,
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Poets
I wore a dress of lemonade and gold And watched white daisies open to the sun Beside the river’s bank, the water cold Through emerald grass where we danced and we spun
By Lia Mercado5 years ago in Poets
The weight of a tree should mimic that of human love. And in return, the tree should in its happiness, idyllic, feel the fondness of a whole day’s yearn.
By Ted Guevara5 years ago in Poets
