An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
An American Robin perched on a leafless bough, seemingly content with its place, spreads its wings, left to right, and takes flight,
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets
What a delicate flower At first glance you see something so gracious And all you can do is smile You see this vibrance That leaves you in silence and awe
By Xavier Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Of cosmic dust we are made, To that state we will return. Rained down by Father Sky Over endless worlds that turned
By Leslie Perkel5 years ago in Poets
The light washed off the dark of these old familiar things. I felt the light shinning in the ring of suns morning and I recalled the colours and the shapes and the stories that they bring.
By Nicholas Powers5 years ago in Poets
The twilight of day glimpsed over the waves where shadows contoured the darkness of caves. The sky paints a scene of a twilight cascade
By Amy Stowell5 years ago in Poets
Entering your portal to find another world Ascending by wooden frames Weights on our backs Crucial essentials in our packs
By Vinnie Quan5 years ago in Poets
Scatter, like the sakura blossom as it departs from the trees; Watch the sorrowful branches weep tears of pink, and bask in the sweet dew of a new morning;
By Emilia the Bat5 years ago in Poets
I adore the trees. They're so strong and beautiful, with such delicate souls. I love to watch them dance in the wind. And if you watch actively, you can see the circle of life, reminding us of the fragility of life.
By Joanna Pineda James5 years ago in Poets
I would stand Under the purple weight of twilight, a million winking stars, applauding the moon's silvery-silent arrival.
By Cynthia Chape5 years ago in Poets
Honeybee Love, I could be your honeybee love, I could buzz around you all day, please don't be annoyed. I can bring you flowers in May, after the Spring Rain.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
Air: Calling my soul my mind and heart. Filling my lungs. Flowing throw my veins. Earth: Pulls me down grounds my body. Making my body strong like metal. My heart the tree inside me creating the clean air.
By Foster KittenGaming5 years ago in Poets
Yesterday, I lost my muse I cannot write a single couplet Nay a verse The swing is empty, hold on tight, against the ropes—
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
