An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Light flickers through the trees, And filters amongst the leaves, Like little fair folk Casting spells like glitter, And floating with the wind.
By Lili Jane5 years ago in Poets
The disconnection, admittedly, is through no fault of our own. But the continuity of such is a burden we must take responsibility for, as it slowly causes our hearts to decompose in the name of neglect.
By Auri T5 years ago in Poets
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”- Mark Twain It’s fall in summer It’s fall in summer I took a fall in summer
By ThyLittleBirdy5 years ago in Poets
The merciless sun beat on their heads until beads of sweat rolled down their necks. The architects climbed the sandhill asking,
By Gigi Gibson5 years ago in Poets
I love horses this one comes from the ocean carved from bone looks funny lives funny somehow magical. Designed to saunter
By Change with Carrie 5 years ago in Poets
Silent Giants The clouds hung low that day weighted by humidity. They filled the sky in various shades of whites, blues and greys-
By Verity Greene5 years ago in Poets
The Path so many choices but only one will lead me to the right path considering many options means multiple roads
By Sheyla5 years ago in Poets
I wrote a letter to the Earth A seed for Her to keep And timely did roots come to birth Reaching bravely down into the deep
By Andrea Anzalone5 years ago in Poets
The sun sets, the world quiets down. Lights are turned off and stillness prevails. Though barely acknowledged you always come back-
Carve your initials into my side — I’ll bear this love long after you’ve both gone on. Sit with me at my feet — I’ll listen to your heart and breathe life into your thoughts.
By Alyson Kate Long5 years ago in Poets
A Pastoral Poem: I walk to the water’s soft edge, and place my feet on the ledge. My feet reach down to feel the cool liquid toe to heel.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Poets
There you are! I know the ledge of information about Faith; and I have been completed but by day's night will gift books upon this to know what may cut.
By Karissa Dobjansky5 years ago in Poets
