An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Dear Mimi I wish I was as bold as you are, not afraid to be yourself you are that shining star. All I've ever wanted was to blend in to the crowd but you show me everyday it's more fun to stand out.
By Mimi Sparkes5 years ago in Poets
Rain is a delight whether it pours and roars or sprinkles and drizzles. Nothing compared to the rumbling snores of thunder and constant rain pounding the tin outside like a soldier steadily beating his drum.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Poets
Which am I – The bird or the fly? — The bird which flies above so high and further beyond any understanding to the undiscovered
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets
Instantaneous soliloquies of beauty hasten to drip from my lips… Breathtaking expressions of boldness conquering the vast drabness of societies masses humble even the most obnoxious fools….
By Panda of Pandemonium5 years ago in Poets
I awake. It's dark, I can feel tiny drops of water everywhere. The breeze blowing silently in the night. I feel a chill as it sweeps over me.
By Haley Christine5 years ago in Poets
Winter in Kentucky is strange. Weather in Kentucky in general is just plain weird. I walk outside and to my eyes behold! Snow that was packable.
By Caitie5 years ago in Poets
Different Kind of Power The cuteness is making me nauseous, but that's ok, I'm not cautious of these pandas playing with bamboo
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
Snow Clumps of white snow lay on green trees. A conquered empire brought to their knees. With a blue sky as their witness,
By L5 years ago in Poets
Gloomy clouds of gray and white, why are you not so bright? In a sea of blue and gold, why have you not more colors to behold?
By Mandy Gomez5 years ago in Poets
Frost covered blades, deer dine in pale light. Concerto of crunches, meadow wakes, sunrise. Trees dusted,
By Sara Hudson5 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to lose the lightning when I’ve already lost the stars I want to hear the thunder crash because I can’t lose any more
By gems writes5 years ago in Poets
I bit into an apple that I thought was still fresh. I thought I had more time to enjoy it. My teeth sank into the core— Rotten.
By Becky Curl5 years ago in Poets
