An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The day so bright and warm is like a dream Green grass and trees and flowers all aglow This joyful day just isn’t what it seems.
By L.P. Masters5 years ago in Poets
t'is the season, of play, bloom and blossom infrared rays, revitalise stiff bones all winter, activity, plays possum vibrant expression, marks, sun, on his throne
By POETSKY5 years ago in Poets
The summer season hangs low with the thick stickiness of pure honey, slow, outwardly stagnant. Sirens of chirping birds, trickling waters, soft staccatos of the piano.
By Sarah Mwangi5 years ago in Poets
How can the sea, have eyes to see, without the refection of the moon....? The mere refraction of such possibility, entraps me like a most horrifying, tragedy
By Wilbert Dela Cruz5 years ago in Poets
On this warm merry day my siblings and I under the clear blue sky pick berries from vines to make blackberry wine and enjoy during the summer nights as we dine.
By John M Edwards Jr5 years ago in Poets
Summer so sweet like the juice of the peach, On bales of hay high, the ground just out of reach. Once upon a time, pre-desolation
By Steele E Sinn5 years ago in Poets
"Sun-kissed" by J.L. Comes Myrtle Beach: my first taste of the Sun’s kiss; A warm embrace like none I’d ever known,
By J.L. Comes5 years ago in Poets
“Excuse me, there’s autumn in my summer,” I complained to the old man who’s walking By and he said “Let me explain, brother.”
By Pawel Martin5 years ago in Poets
You drown out the sound of my head I never feel more alive and dead, I lay here thinking about everything that comes to nothing
By Mashreka Mahmood5 years ago in Poets
Shall I compare you to a summer’s day? Humming bees drift lazily across beds blooming As lavender’s sweet flavour wafts your way.
By Kevin Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Shall I compare thee, to a sunburnt skin? Summer nights, summer days, summer winds. Frolic through Sunkist ray beams of orange, amber sunset ends?
By Pono Akina5 years ago in Poets
Orange, red ruby rising horizon Fire glints, my heart prodded feeling deep Emotion set forth and I arise in New love at 5 am, shortage of sleep
By Nat Joyce5 years ago in Poets
