An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A tiny seed, of its cocoon, breaks free; From the womb of the dark earth, testify; Stretching thy spindly neck in daylight see; Faces turning to heaven’s rays on high.
By Gigi Gibson5 years ago in Poets
The responsibility of this day Is ever greater with meaning for all To be the longest giver of light, warmth, And alas though for long it shall not stay
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Poets
The grass has turned green; flowers are in bloom. Leaves offer their shade and beauty. Summer is here. Time goes back to the days of relaxation,
By Noah Glenn5 years ago in Poets
The juice that dripped down chins turned gold by sun, The weeks that yawned out long before their eyes, The fields of fruit through which their legs would run,
By Nati Saednejad5 years ago in Poets
Watch our story, now unfold And see what glitters else than gold; Cross the snow that starshine weeps, Under which, the forest sleeps,
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
1. The After-snow Photo by Denise Shelton Snowmelt slicks the roof Teardrops stain its gray slate face February fades
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
Walking the Dog on the Night before He Is to Be Fixed by John Stone | Saturday, August 05, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
..I am the shimmering gold of a sandstorm Circling you with my love Upon the winds so warm A cascade of dreams Blowing you along
By Ruth Brown5 years ago in Poets
Collections People live here, on the beach, Where the sand is free for a week, until the jeeps Tear the tents down, leaving pieces
By Devon Deming5 years ago in Poets
Beautiful skies, white as snow or as blue as the sea, paint the scenery for all to see. Waterfalls taller than mountains fall, can you hear
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Poets
I can’t remember the last time I was awake this early I think inspiration found me in my dreams it’s so cathartic to exist in the world before the sun wakes for its day
By Rebeka Gustafson5 years ago in Poets
She said to me, Describe the feeling of freedom. Easy. Galloping through the dandelion fields. Making wishes as I go. What I saw was;
By Melissa Proulx5 years ago in Poets
