An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Polar vortex cloudless sky air crisp n dry . Northern breeze, three degrees Giving this winter ways walk a yeoman's try
By Chris Siener5 years ago in Poets
Reminiscing on how the trees danced with the wind It seemed they flowed with a melody never heard before Swaying in rhythm that satisfied the sunrise
By Lee Wells5 years ago in Poets
Vibrant zinnias bold and flashy embolden bees and butterflies, delicate daises dressed in beauty like a bride adorned in white.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
What is it about a wide-open space, That encourages the mind to wander, Outward toward the edge with quiet grace, Hands at its lower back, going yonder.
By Eden Monteith5 years ago in Poets
The blanket warm sun blinds one with happiness It’s meaning invites all into wonderful organized cautious The screechs of running children hold a certain specialness
By M5 years ago in Poets
The flights of the kites waver; shift in height. The sun shines bright over a cloudless sky. Eruptions of laughter; youthful delight.
By Lindsay A. Harvey5 years ago in Poets
What a summerful day full of light and sunshine as we run through the fields of light. Hoping if we run further, we will touch the edges of the hot sun as kids play, listening to soft jazz music and lots of laughter and fun in the background.
By Amari Rogers5 years ago in Poets
I Do by Sjohnna McCray Driving the highway from Atlanta to Phoenix means swapping one type of heat for another. A bead of sweat rolls over my chest,
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
I caught the firefly one moonless night, as we ran barefoot through the fresh-mowed grass, when all the stars above seemed extra bright.
By Dane BH5 years ago in Poets
Luxurious in the room of your mind, The honeysuckles grow because of the Way that Nature has power to just find And allow us all to simply just see.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Poets
Summer seems to come after Mother’s Day There’s always one last snowfall I recall This happens in Spring weather during May
By DEEJAY 5 years ago in Poets
I strolled down narrow cobbled streets that day Beneath red flowers high on windowsills. A pigeon cooed and sparrows chirped away
By K. Austin5 years ago in Poets
