An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
That bee, flew high, so high, I stare, upon sun’s glare, on wings red, gold, and peach. The dare I swear regret, to catch, to hold blooms ‘friend. No scream, no ouch must leak past lips that must not shriek.
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 5 years ago in Poets
A day so hot you exhaled breaths of heat Perhaps an egg could be boiled on the street Little chance of expecting a repreive
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Poets
A lighthouse stands on the cliffs of Montray, Beautifully bleached by the Summer's heat Watching and warning of rocks and the quay
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Poets
This place has no four seasons, solely days That weave and bleed beneath the beating sun. Harsh light, sweat-lined limbs, briny to the taste,
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Poets
Amidst the depth of sloping sweated heat Mounted on this swaying moved vessel Thoughts mere spinning silks drift on to repeat
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Find me with toes buried in golden sand; The very place where deep blue oceans hail. White foam waves add salt to season the land;
By Ali SP5 years ago in Poets
She found herself standing in a field. Surrounded by a few cottonwoods. The area was much quieter than her neighborhood. She embraced the breeze that blew from the trees.
By C C5 years ago in Poets
The Tent Summer days that bring moonlit starry nights Begin with singing birds and lilacs scent
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Poets
Symbols all around us glorifying, Each passing moment a secret, a key, An open heart blooms softly like Jasmine, Waking from slumber on a summer’s eve.
By Nightingale5 years ago in Poets
Does July beckon to dreamers at night? Do trains only keep explorers waiting? Standing still in thick air and soft moonlight,
By C.R. Hughes5 years ago in Poets
For 98 short days, the midnight sun shines How I love how it reveals, soars, and flys Alaskans rave when it at last provides
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Poets
It was Shakespeare who, the question once asked Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Though you see old Billy was never tasked
By Spencer Barrett5 years ago in Poets
