An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
High far calling blues to name her my home ever deeper; for there my heart will see my house more of, tis how beauty is known
By John Howland5 years ago in Poets
It is a waterfall – that life of which beheld the cruelest forms of strife, saw felled like stones unknowing under the flood
From the long night awake. From the depths of slumber, forth calls first lessening of cold lit stars’ number. From the gaze set by hope,
If the stars went hiding Where would we go Would we stay the same In a night with no glow If the sun was stubborn
By Tina S5 years ago in Poets
Watched through windows by the Soul Loping over endless expanse of momentary constellations. Howling with divine longing
By Cassandra Norton5 years ago in Poets
In early rays of golden light. Morning beckons a new day's sight. While earthly creatures bath with heavenly delight. In green meadows, to drink from crystal cold streams.
By Chris Madsen5 years ago in Poets
They cut down the mulberry tree Her only crime, having the audacity To invade a public space To paint the soles of passers by
By The Rose5 years ago in Poets
Were I given five minutes of the world to listen I would say, nothing. The world is so full of noise, we have forgotten the comfort of the silence.
By Azrael’s Aesthetics 5 years ago in Poets
The storm is starting to form outside of my window I sit and watch as the angry clouds form into their dark billowy masses
By Taylor 5 years ago in Poets
A baby bird falls from it's nest It sings, and hopes for it's mothers return Hours pass No mother bird comes The baby bird looks weak, and less hopeful
By Ali Marie5 years ago in Poets
She strives to see the beauty Wherever she may walk She likes to meet the townsfolk And listen as they talk She keeps an ear for music
By Angela Holmes5 years ago in Poets
Sitting in the middle of the woods, full of luscious greenery. Trees standing tall, swaying gently in the wind.
By Malia Dagdag5 years ago in Poets
