An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Catch a whisper on a wing, traveling fast on a gust of spring. Roll by an emerald leaf with dew, turn around a rigid rock or two,
By Fancy J London 5 years ago in Poets
The poet wrote The wine-dark sea because he had no word for blue and so Odysseus piloted the Argos across the sunless, invisible Aegean waves.
By E. A. Papademetriou5 years ago in Poets
I am a cloud, I am a cloud, I have great pride. I am a cloud, I am a cloud, I owe a lot. If I don't rain and I don't thunder, then you'll crave water
By Md Feroz5 years ago in Poets
This journey that we have come to call "life" begins as a blank canvas, as the moments pass a collage of memories are created, laid out over the landscape of our minds.
By Archer G5 years ago in Poets
Grey they say Hazel or green Purity as the forest Vibrates from your Eyes in growth Toddle and swoon Looking outward
By Helen Janzen5 years ago in Poets
When I walk between the trees, I see their dreams. Trees dream in green. As they breathe in what I breathe out, we exchange each other’s dreams.
By Laura quigley5 years ago in Poets
the seeds of green flourishing to seek the natural song tuned into root beats spreading from soil to soil tuning the trees across the vast plain
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
Give me a horse And let me show you The fire and wind It carries within Its earth palette Of red and brown Of roan and black
By Candida Baker5 years ago in Poets
When gazing upon the sky in wonder and awe; a calm settles over my soul as I prepare to witness today's new masterpiece. The sun dips beyond the mountains peak and I inhale as it begins to change the colors of the blue sky.
By Chloe Rigby5 years ago in Poets
Donning Earth's make-up my face gleamed with happiness A true happiness I'd never felt until I toiled her garden of barren hue
By Kathryn Kingsley5 years ago in Poets
Liquid mirrors on flat stone/Reflecting fallen leaves Naked branches like a bone/A year’s end seen on trees Little diamonds glistening/Upon sky-reaching grass
By Janet Grant5 years ago in Poets
Neither the canal, nor the pond, Just don't cut the tree for life's sake The pool is filled with water, Thirsty of thirsts, would take it upon themselves. Neither the canal, nor the pond
