An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Her curse was in being beautiful So much so, that she caught the eye Of Manes, son of Zeus and Gaia; Whose obsession one could not deny.
By Ramona Scott5 years ago in Poets
Notes on the Multiverse The Theory of Internal Inflation; Stephen Hawking’s final paper: After the big bang, the universe expanded
By Sone Kramer5 years ago in Poets
Self Portrait: My face is allowed to look like this? I count thirty-two hairs above my lip, one hundred and eighteen eyebrow hairs out of line—
Allowing the elements to carry my spirit to distant waters far from a land I have always known as "Home." And yet I look up and close my eyes and ask the question of is home truly ever really home?
By Tara Edwards5 years ago in Poets
in my mind I am the color of a raging storm at sea, the color of thalassophobia. a plea for calm on an altar of change I ask not to be bathed in sun
By Natalie Kaia Christiansen5 years ago in Poets
As the wind flows from east to west, forgotten maple leaves coat the beaten down soil. Leaving a bronze trail that shimmers in the early morn.
By Rheanna Philipp5 years ago in Poets
It’s crazy how the world sees you by your colour So you hide your beliefs with fake smiles and no honour And your gene screams out but that’s nothing you can’t fix with a contour
By Danielle Akinbade5 years ago in Poets
What season is this? .. impossible,.. to know dark clusters of cumulous And nimbus and so… The sky has a veil off-white puff’s of gloom
By Sunita Sharma5 years ago in Poets
The providence of her wings soaring above my valley of shadows reminding me to look up to raise my eyes to see the world anew
By Rachel Helten5 years ago in Poets
Goldfish Bowl Looking out, looking in. Golden iridescent orange brighter than sunbeams, marigolds and apricots Tickling their fins against the luscious greens of the pond moss
By ESTHER CLARKE5 years ago in Poets
It slowly awakens In a world of without light A brown seed of hope That has known only night Shaken by warmth By rainwater too
By Gordon McGregor 5 years ago in Poets
Consumed by rage I used to roar Anger molded me from the core Raised by tempers that had a flair To grow and burn without a care
By Morgan Strug5 years ago in Poets
