An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Starting off with winter fuel On a granite table nestled with Universal cuterly and Polite attire in a dining room Steam pours from the
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Poets
I can’t bake cakes worthy of a celebration. Where are all the rainbows Instgram promised me? The hues are duller than the advertised poster.
Now follow me and don’t be slow Matilda! Please watch where you go! Try and keep in step back there Don’t dance around like Fred Astaire,
By Eric Harvey5 years ago in Poets
Until you come home you'll be a'wandering, I'll be a'wondering: where we went wrong.. Until you come home ill be singing this song
By Blaine Lindsey5 years ago in Poets
he sneers at the sun in ambitious spite: his hands are smooth, porcelain, and fragile. within his eyes, a tenacious fire glows bright,
By ruth5 years ago in Poets
The sun goes down the gentle wind howl. Through the dense trees, darkness approaches. Who says that fear exists in the dark woods of the night.
By Anita Manir5 years ago in Poets
Animals are not insults They should never be used as such No, that person that got you mad is not a goat Goats are daring
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Poets
There is a mother’s day, a father’s day, Christmas day, thanksgiving day, labour day, independence day, fools day, and no farmers day.
My chest feels pressured under water It's like even my body knows that it needs the land to survive The solid ground to hold it down
By K. Waterss5 years ago in Poets
Listening to your tune, of springtime at noon. The sound your feathers make, while it’s bath time in the lake. In amongst the weeds,
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
Considering the landscape, barren, desolate, parched as a river devoid of water, it’s throat abandoned by heaven, surely
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
He sits outside, in the frigid winter air, watching the snow fall on the front lawn, adding to the whiteness of the unblemished blanket.
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Poets
