An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
White aura Highest of the 8 Crowned the king and queen On a dot that’s blue and pale Calm waters where tsunamis reside
By Maria Sophia5 years ago in Poets
A gray hue has crept in And in the sky lightning cascades from the wind swept clouds like water trickling down a mountainside.
By Misti Cox5 years ago in Poets
The wintertime is here again A season full of snow and rain When you hear the church bells ringing And children with their carols singing
By Suzanne Reeves5 years ago in Poets
What Child is This? From the soul of her belly button A million lives stringing forth Globbing like jelly fish Spewing ink
By Ann Herrold5 years ago in Poets
How colourful are the flowers that bloom in spring How happy are the birds with a tune of sweetness sing How lovely are the animals that are being born
Always explain to us granny, Do not waste water. If it ends with the earth, This life will disappear Will not grow up, The fields will become deserted. Earth which seems fertile, Desert will be formed.
By Md Feroz5 years ago in Poets
I travel through unthinking darkness/ to wake among the familiar hills and valleys of the duvet./ A tail curved like a question mark/
By Selina Powell5 years ago in Poets
conscientious observer from childhood on creeks teem with silvery darting cells maple brown stones erode in time forest green willows grace my path
By naomi serviss5 years ago in Poets
Fallen leaves from foothill oak trees Tumble-rumble, creep upon me. Crunching under cold toes & tired feet-- Encouraged by a whispering January breeze
By Jesse Kilgore5 years ago in Poets
This echo in my head, Who will I be? Whispering, can you hear me? Are you ready to leave it all behind? The road lead home, but some place you've never been
By Kyrra Catherine5 years ago in Poets
Silence, as the warm ocean water cradles like a babe, Silence As the torrent of white above rives away, Silence As you lay motionless in free fall.
By Tristan Brown5 years ago in Poets
Earth Man mumble rap, running rivers setting traps bringing on them uncle raps, fighting off them predator attacks feeding elders, making maps, girl you know where its at
By tunkwa dene5 years ago in Poets
