An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I can think of traditional lines Ones you desire to hear or you expect to see But to me they seem like lies told to us all
By sarah lawler5 years ago in Poets
One might not notice That the dip in the field Is a magic mirror A puddle A pittance A pond Reflecting the sky above
By Sung Uni Lee5 years ago in Poets
I am asking the clerk at LUSH again to describe the vibe of The Olive Branch body wash that one could gather from its scent.
By Caroline Kinsella5 years ago in Poets
My flammable eyes burn to learn about the colours not yet named. Like this green in between greens blotted in patches on the leaves
By Harley Hefford5 years ago in Poets
Coldwater Walking Coldwater walking ankle-deep in the tide through white foam towards the sun the brightest star
By Jennifer True5 years ago in Poets
That transitional season from summer to winter a briskness the harvest under the harvest moon soon to be covered
At the time of dark trees, when ambered skies turn purple. The Willow stands strong and tall, roots have all encircled.
By Ruth Anna Hausey5 years ago in Poets
Hematoxylin is purple. The first stain I learned. Like a spilled wine; deep and sorrowful. Sinking permanently across the glass slide.
By Mr. Sandman5 years ago in Poets
I am an honorary bird. I sit amongst them and watch as they dot the green forest with bursts of yellow, red and blue hue's of hope
By shannon farrell5 years ago in Poets
Colloquial as you are, you can be seen from just afar, Your only truth is what you know, but what you represent is what you show,
By Anastasia Simmons5 years ago in Poets
The first… How can I be but a single colour? When throughout the lively mutable day I move towards a wounded indigo From the dawn’s pale-death shade of grey?
By Rohini Sunderam5 years ago in Poets
A brief history of color The second color That poured from the ether Was some angelic pure white— a flash
By Heath Hardin5 years ago in Poets
