An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
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
The darkness settles in, Cooling and comfortably heavy As indigo in the night. The sun sets, The colours change. Blue sinks into black,
By sweons5 years ago in Poets
purple wet weather collapses, yellow dusts fume off of stems, quenching this blaring field. slow clouds, or rosé volcano sky
By Cory Buchanan5 years ago in Poets
There is a maelstrom of blue Inside me. What is A maelstrom? You say Which is the same thing I thought When writing it. A maelstrom
By Keah Hansen5 years ago in Poets
Gardening is to believe in tomorrow Maternal wisdom alive in memories Freckled hands pick from fields of common yarrow
By Taylor Marie5 years ago in Poets
For a simple life, what must one pay? I seek having nothing but fun on this day. We can go for a walk down to the water.
By Alyssa Pandolfi5 years ago in Poets
The forest teems with life, brilliant and unique. On the outside turbulent and lively, internally serene. Its shape and size will differ, with lots of time between.
By Wylie Mason5 years ago in Poets
The turquoise sea and me The boat bobbing, anchor straining Shimmering green palms bathing white sand in grey shadows Fish darting in reds, yellows, oranges and blues
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Poets
Glowing breast, more vivid than each rendered hue from the palette I left when I heard a cue. Palm can barely sense
By Samantha Joy5 years ago in Poets
The wails of screaming children begging for mercy could be heard through the cracks & holes in the walls The one who was supposed to
By Maira K5 years ago in Poets
