An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A pink lotus grows in muddy water and tells us to stick around. I think my life might get harder but it’s worth it now to hold my ground.
By Sarah's5 years ago in Poets
There are canyons in the wrinkles of my leather journal Pages turned green, I see a vast field of fruits and tall flowers.
By K L5 years ago in Poets
Out my window Soldiers march It was almost if I saw them Elementary colors playing in the wind What made it gold Rows of run off streams
By elementary color5 years ago in Poets
my body was a graveyard, The only time anyone would visit was to lay lilac on my skin. The bloom left smothered by heavy hands, leaving violet seeping in.
By Rosie Neale 5 years ago in Poets
When I was but a child, naive and small I hated secondary colors Not only one, or two But them all Some distorted reason made me see
By Gleice Miranda5 years ago in Poets
When I raise my eyes to the pink and orange Arizona skies, an ember ignites inside my mind. It leaps into flames as The streaks of blue and cream
By Laura Franco5 years ago in Poets
You were there before the sun rose. You were there when the edge of darkness turned from black to indigo. You were there brooding on the waters
By Rohini Sunderam5 years ago in Poets
Like the waters, I am peace Like the skies, I am light I am the Divine flow To be in my presence is to feel To feel love, to feel God
By MACIAH GRACE5 years ago in Poets
IN A POSITION TO GROW THE UNGROWABLE Verde is the hue that lifts us to catch the sky. From our once dry and desolate array,
By Ted Guevara5 years ago in Poets
Bound who speaks the opening lines, I ask the gods some respite cool tears, measured by the years I lie awake. Stars upon their wane with night,
By Gemica Rosenberg5 years ago in Poets
“Promise me?” Flowing light off his tongue, the words hung heavy in the Autumn air. Bright crimson and canary-yellow leaves
By Megan Saunders5 years ago in Poets
When below are my feet and the earth braces my grip The feet sink in deep, the gravel soil, and my head stays still Muted are your earth tones, like my dulled smile, I grieve
By Anmol Tiwari5 years ago in Poets
