An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Blue is the part of me that’s also part of you Coursing through our veins Connected to the powder sky You and I, then to the sapphire sea
By Mavis5 years ago in Poets
The Seed, Once a seed, growth the need, Green with envy of the things I could not achieve Like water you came to feed, cool Blue waves crashing through, this river something I never knew
By Time Sweeper5 years ago in Poets
it is later in the day as light again finds the obligation to drift sunflowers pose shadows halfcocked through the window
By Timothy James Lane5 years ago in Poets
You perched and waited like some desert bloom, with seasons' rain stored in your trunk You sat on Terracotta stone --clay mountains
By Emily Borst5 years ago in Poets
I had been lost in the forest for what seemed to be an endless period And the longer I attempted to find my way the more the colors of the forest confused me
By Wm Kucera 5 years ago in Poets
Grey, grey every day Oh when will spring begin? It’s May it should be here Yet winter’s clinging on I fear I yearn for sun and the fun
By Vince Hall5 years ago in Poets
It's not what I could see or what can be seen, more like the colours that lie in between. Physical Therapy for numerical scheme's, releasing equations, answers to dream's.
By SERENDIPITY LORE5 years ago in Poets
I am the iridescent hue, burning orange, midnight blue, murky brown or grassy green, in a vase, a transparent sheen. Reflections swerve and I observe
By Lexxie5 years ago in Poets
Unblue my sadness, emotions are equal Unyellow my fear, going through is necessary Unwhite my skin, these privileges' aren't fair
By Randy Deinlein5 years ago in Poets
Foraging ! Little furry creatures do it, and so can naked upright apes. I searched online for a definition of Forage and was surprised to see a fair bit of variety in the definitions, and some were limited to to talking about grasses, for animals, only.
By kanelva porch5 years ago in Poets
The water drops On windowshops Painting pictures of their own Remaking the past, as if they've known The colors and their secrets, the music in my head
By Dipra Jain5 years ago in Poets
There is a complexion of Superiority Among the infinite blues; The sky And the sea And all of the songs And hues
By Hannah Bucko5 years ago in Poets
