An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
By and by she comes, something mussed and bright, twirling and dipping through buttery sunlight, Wild grasses flash emerald at her step and swish this way and that, that way and this, as she spins about barefoot in the dirt,
By Jess Gjergji5 years ago in Poets
THE DAUGHTER SUN The daughter sun must return to her mother when she gets bitten by the snake in the sky The sun stepped over our gates
By Luke Doyle5 years ago in Poets
I’m a coat of many colours On a mission to change the world I’m hope, I’m love , I’m laughter I am not just one girl
By Vilisa creagh5 years ago in Poets
One day I walked past a Lilly Pilly hedge. Amongst all the green I saw the red. I picked some bright globes of rosie blush
By Sally Alker5 years ago in Poets
I am but a humble farmer An accidental one at that, one may say Of pastels and fuchsia fungi Not a day passes me by that I swoon not
By Beatrice Imbert5 years ago in Poets
It is the red dirt, The red dirt, That I yearn for even now. It is the red dirt, The red dirt That calls out to me.
By Emma Datson5 years ago in Poets
SOFT BLUE, SKY BLUE My cloth was made in heaven Of soft blue, sky blue silk And I floated like a whisper Round her lithe and lovely form
By Christine Bassett5 years ago in Poets
LUNAR MOON I am the lunar moon, waiting to burst into flames From blocking the sun light to the earth. I am the crest that wakes in the lining of the horizon,
By S. Johnny5 years ago in Poets
I just found a bird in my window sill. Yes, you read that correctly. No, I am not mentally ill. Perhaps he was sent to protect me.
By Paul Crocker5 years ago in Poets
I am green. And all things in between, I stretch high to get faded. So cover me in jaded green is the peak of my luck. Sometimes I pick,
By V5 years ago in Poets
You may not have met As interesting folk as I It’s quite a rare characteristic Having a multicolored left eye It boasts two colors
By Grace Linn5 years ago in Poets
In a midnight vision, you could be a queen But could you be a mouse? Jubilee tinted, coarse inky fur Skittering through a great big house.
By Stephanie Bray5 years ago in Poets
