An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Shadow work necessary, hiding in the arms… of the cradling city that keep me like a farm animal ….. that’s scared to break out of my own binds,
By Francesca 5 years ago in Poets
Birdsong drift clatters in the hedgerows, fuelled perch high, myriad chords mix. Sleek blackbirds whistling, a chorus line of feathers,
By Vickie Johnstone5 years ago in Poets
I am Watching... The Twilight fades in blue, Sea-foam to Turquoise to Mauven-Grey, The Horizon the Highlight Finish to this Day.
By David Matthew Johansing5 years ago in Poets
My name; the earth The brown, the red, the grounds for birth But Sienna’s singing solitude, an autumn air of sorts The colour scheme a lonesome drawl
By Sienna5 years ago in Poets
Awaken, yellow pierce through blinds Peek between the slats Westward sing the golden climes Clouds above the prairie flats
By Piper Binkley5 years ago in Poets
Start writing... Upon the Lips of Desert Dunes Lift thine eyes unto the vast lands, New beginnings, forest green. Hearts asunder, joy composite.
By Ryan "Charles" Thompson 5 years ago in Poets
As I stare the colors coagulate and untangle Into hard counts of Red-Green-Blue. The image no longer sewn to its object; Rather, it is encoded at the edge of my senses.
By Luke Cruz5 years ago in Poets
I am connected to the red hot lava Love centre of the beautiful Pachamama Ascending, I journey through layers of rocks, crystals and earth
By Shannon O'Flaherty5 years ago in Poets
I remember no seasons, no cold night, no hot day. Skin wrapped in sweater or towel, everything was blue. At once, we lived in salt,
By Anna Scouten5 years ago in Poets
Why wait for the next life to be a bird When you already Have wings that Can set you free Pearl white Scraped from the oceans depths
By Sydney Furie5 years ago in Poets
I’m sorry to say, but you are allergic to green. Wait! Are you serious? How can this be happening to me? Green’s been my favorite for such a long time.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry5 years ago in Poets
She stands in golden sunlight no matter how dark the day her smile flashes like the tail of a deer leaping away like a shot fired
By Shalane Clayton5 years ago in Poets
