An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In days like today, I will pray for rain. It can wash away the feeling of pain A subtle coolness of wet skin meets the warm air surrounding me.
By Sara Payne5 years ago in Poets
I wind my way along the concrete trails each evening. I am not filled with sadness to be in such a place. I feel serenity and peace.
By Emeline Scrivener5 years ago in Poets
In my darkest hour when the night is the quietest, I hear not the beautiful voice of silence for my mind roars with thoughts.
By L.R. Marmor5 years ago in Poets
Dwelling in the shadows, lurking in the midst of the trees, A deluded mind, a conspirator, in the narrows as he sees, Territorial murderer, whose presence brings fear and fright,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Red, soft green and sharp, it has a sort of thistle part, the fragrance that flows on the air, so simply sweet you cannot compare,
By Tamar Biamonte5 years ago in Poets
Everything starts off black and white in life. How you choose to look at it is when you start to witness the color unfold before your eyes but let’s not underestimate the beauty that black and white is.
By Marissa Knappert5 years ago in Poets
Much wild event has forth inspired this mind seen blocked through hot desire. Many the forces of darkness and fear
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets
Some find paradise here on earth Fulfil the life, for which we search But what of you and what of me Lost in time, plutocracy
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Poets
About a Buoy On a single breath, it rides the line of life and death, baring all and more above the ocean’s depths. Weathered seamen watch the buoy with admiration,
By Peter Collingwood5 years ago in Poets
It rains here in Kauai everyday. All types of rain in every way. O Rain, thank you for blessing us with your water. O Rain, thank you for humbling us when we thought things couldn't get any harder.
By Cody Jones5 years ago in Poets
A flock of birds playing, chasing each other around the limbs of their friend, the dead tree. — They whirled around every inch of every branch
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets
I glanced across a field of flowers I saw her sitting by I must admit it was hard to see her past her brilliant light
By Kaitlan Clinefelter5 years ago in Poets
