An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Climbing above the mountaintop, untouched by humans for who knows how many years. Ruins sit timeless, undisturbed until my arrival. Beautiful white stone. Marble perhaps. Intricately carved in latticework.
By Daniel Goldman5 years ago in Poets
Exhausted from fighting the current to stay the course, I drifted down the river to find myself in the limpid lake, floating on a raft of flowers.
By KJ Aartila5 years ago in Poets
The city speaks volumes To my chilled little ears As the skyline glimmers off into the night sky Blending in with the stars shimmering above the moon
By Manic Rantings5 years ago in Poets
Nareena O wife, of the sea O marine eyes wax fingertips, fill my ears Defenseless against her brilliant cadence charmer sea-witch
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
April walks along the lane and trails her stick in pools of rain; she wears a bright red overcoat that makes the silver raindrops float
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Poets
The light is radiant, and glowing among the clouds. The Sun provides that warmth, of which never brings you down. But staying within this light,
By Isobel Ackerman5 years ago in Poets
New beginnings of blossoms ,blooming on the tree. Rabbits hopping, so much beauty we can see. Springing into action,
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Poets
“When you walk barefoot, free electrons are transferred from the Earth into your body, and this grounding effect is one of the most potent antioxidants we know of” - Dr.Mercola Ever feel like you need to reconnect with nature, this is the way to do it.
By Amber Williams5 years ago in Poets
stretch out—farther find those dim beams of sunlight tasting of chlorophyll and exhalations burrow down—deeper
By Lindsey Farley5 years ago in Poets
When fireflies light up the night with tiny, blinking lights, it’s almost as if the stars are floating, dancing on the ground. I wonder what it’s like
By Katrina J. Ford5 years ago in Poets
I know a story, a life altering kind; A date of the ages, just relax and unwind. I will tell you about a meeting of chance,
By Danielle Roske5 years ago in Poets
Downtown Portland Maine Sitting outside in the sun. It’s almost 70 degrees today! I smoked a joint Talked on the phone.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
