An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I sit in this garden quietly Listen to the wind rustling Watch the leaves de-greening Summer is gone When autumn in the town
By Andre Li5 years ago in Poets
I’m kinda like turquoise, not every one can tell on first sight I’m like the pre sunset on a spring night that magical, redish-purple
By kezzi vision5 years ago in Poets
Sisters gather to unravel the living roots of time The carvings etched into the colors of our hearts And the infinite flow of grace between us
By Rachel Helten5 years ago in Poets
How would you begin to explain colour to someone who is blind? You couldn't. You’d have to see with an extraordinary vision that surpasses the trained eye.
By Ray Morocco5 years ago in Poets
I see it, though unseen they are A part of me sings, though fallen on deaf ears They're there seeing the green and blue, though I have gone far
By Rene Jimenez5 years ago in Poets
Colors Scattered, splayed, spread, Tossed across my carpet and bed. A wink from the morning sun Caught in the fragmented fractals
By Jonathan Prakash5 years ago in Poets
It’s always been hush tones and grey dispositions It’s always been living in the moment The cold and disappointing blues of the mundane
By Tobi Oyero5 years ago in Poets
Mother earth, I hear you sing with all the colors of the rainbow Soft and sweet you hang gently on each smile And the tears of the sky and the heavenly isle
“Is this the color I was born to be?” Asked the bloom of its inflorescence. This luminous marigold? This radiant narcissus?
By Marianne Brooks5 years ago in Poets
The Earth Is Passionate The Wind Is Love Mixed together Now You're Above. The Water Is Flowing The Tides Grace Your Feet.
By John Villa5 years ago in Poets
I wonder if you know yet that we will kill you, Peel away your flesh for our satisfaction, Stuff you into your own intestines, roast you, fry you, bake you,
By Roo5 years ago in Poets
Gliding through watercolor memories The days bleed into the next + we are caught in the remembrance of our own mortality
