An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Today I am a rainbow With my colors displayed like a spectrum Filtered through a prism, my hues hanging in the crisp morning breeze
By Jessica Eichler 5 years ago in Poets
Alike a color wheel, There’s plenty to me, Find myself in the spectrum, engulfed in its sea. Think about the colors, so frequently,
By Fernando5 years ago in Poets
Skip, walk, amble, trot - Crossing these stones is a watershed moment Splicing the cleugh With angular heft They dance the line Between burn and pasture Between flood and scree.
By Tommy McManmon5 years ago in Poets
Start writing...Clouds have no true color , just like everyone else. Colors are illusions created by our brain. Sometime they appear blue like melancholy mood of Antonio,
By Sargun Gill5 years ago in Poets
For I am every color of the rainbow. Each day I am a different shade. Some days I am the color red with a fiery with passion, grounded mindset and present.
By Christine Dias5 years ago in Poets
Release my guilt to the sun In the form of a thousand butterflies; They will stream from my stomach in an endless torrent,
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Poets
Aura Today my aura is red: A fiery ruby circles round A shimmering glow ahead; Sun rising without a sound.
By Judith Parrish Broadbent5 years ago in Poets
From the moment an entity is created, brought on this earth… It can be anything from an insect, rodent, plant, animal or humans. Even though, humans are always and will be considered animals.
By AJ5 years ago in Poets
She was a hummingbird - bright, busy and beautiful Flying here and there, making flowers Bang! She crashed to the ground.
By natalia kamusinski5 years ago in Poets
My eyes rest, upon sunsets. And, the wind whirls, and, the leaves swirl, and, the nightfall turns, and, how Autumn yearns...
By Sarah Larsen5 years ago in Poets
Soul, stay green! Remain a delicate, flowering thing! Every day I magic-me. I try to keep my heart clean, journeying back to natural imagery where dreams of green & mystic scenes pounce on my air and I forget about money.
By Dominique M5 years ago in Poets
Photosynthesis: then days begin again Meghan L. Bucknell I am green like the shoots that grow anywhere they can
By Meghan L. Bucknell5 years ago in Poets
