An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
the downfall always starts with broken pieces especially those not recalled as the mist rises and illumination returns
By Jonathan Fiero5 years ago in Poets
one day concrete will hold the oceans as the mountainous heights all expand forests will claim soil once forgotten or fade to a barren existence of sand
Did you know that when sun rise sunflowers rise to face him? Now i know why they started facing you, the way you outshine the sun you must have confused these beautiful flowers for when you left they started facing each other.
By Allison5 years ago in Poets
From that angle, the clear mountain water seems to be a wavy, shimmering mirror, refracting the image of a pinecone in the
By Tim Korolev5 years ago in Poets
When I was just a little kid We planted gladioli In a school yard garden bed, I can't remember why. We dug some holes and buried bulbs
By Sarah Eccles5 years ago in Poets
The woods, can be so dark The woods. can let in light in like beautiful sparkly glamour of sweet sunshine. The woods, can be scary
By Shayla Rose-Leader5 years ago in Poets
JACK FROST The moon sits loftily in its silvery abode And beams down on Jack Frost’s landscape. Tiny, scuttling creatures of the night seek refuge to await the dawn.
By Jan Harrison5 years ago in Poets
A Buck in Sight You look at him, he looks at you, wondering if you'll get your gun out and shoot. As you crouch down to take your aim,
By Tami Brzak Robb5 years ago in Poets
The scent of hot cocoa Sweatshirt and fuzzy socks Supplies warmth with in and out Settled in for the night
By Elle P. Brown5 years ago in Poets
The glare of the sun reflects off the cars, Finding myself yet again blinded, The rays of daylight pound down upon me, Pavement blurs upon itself,
By Eris Nyx5 years ago in Poets
The yarn rapidly untwists itself, Rolling down from its former perch, From within the basket of temptation, A tiny head pops out with glee,
the train echoes in the distance throughout the empty city the same way my brain hums to drown out your name and as the raindrops sprinkle down my window
By 3.33lbs5 years ago in Poets
