An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Roses Are Red A poem about the color red. Roses are red, Well, some are. Not all roses are red. They come in many different colors, pink, white, black (if they are wilting) and of course red.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Poets
Sunshine so bright in the sky Sunshine all of the time Sunshine hold me dear Sunshine always be near Sunshine you never fail
By Elizabeth Wakefield5 years ago in Poets
My color is not unique because of my skin and it’s natural glow of gold. My color is unique because I am a prism. A treasure never to be sold.
By Ariyonna5 years ago in Poets
The drip of ice cream down my arm, the tastes of chocolate and vanilla, the stickiness of sun meeting skin— I remember these things vividly,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The Autumn Colours By: *Karlton A. Armistad [Dedicated to Lochcarron’s Awesome Autumn] 1.
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Poets
Darker than lead, waters drift from the beach, Through oceans of strife, longing for distant shores. In blues and in grays, indigo islands they reach.
By John McFaul5 years ago in Poets
The world can define human life through a prism of color. Mother nature expresses love, in hues of red across sunsets in the sky.
By Kennedy Brown5 years ago in Poets
Eyes of blue, depths unlike the ocean’s waves; But I am borne of earth, not from the sea. Great love inspired by summer’s endless days;
By Lindsay Rae5 years ago in Poets
My true colors; Purple, green and blue. These colors exemplify life force, terrestrial sphere and the bounding main.
By Zirian Tahirli 5 years ago in Poets
bees docked onto the tops to tie it up, you wee yellow and black defenders. tied up polite some nudgens o' pollen
By Max Fettes5 years ago in Poets
Sun is setting and is filled with colors, Colors that cannot be reproduced on the paint, From the light grey to the purple lilac,
By Raul A Cabral5 years ago in Poets
Skies of pewter Tarnished, worn. Heavy, burdened clouds fat with expectation. Cloaked drops shielded, bound. Marching band of thunder
By Katherine Fries5 years ago in Poets
