An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
today really is my most favorite of days though the sun is shining from its furthest away from every day on the sun comes closer to me
By Jonathan Fiero5 years ago in Poets
Still am I The unconquered Idyllic peace keeper The pharaoh’s ascension Dimension Mind-sweeper The sleeper cell
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Sacred I let you in my Garden. If you neglect it, Prepare to reap what you sow. Good Advantage Sometimes, we must learn to take,
By Flowetree Lokx (IG:@fl0wetree)5 years ago in Poets
I scrabble for my glasses, knock them to the floor. A full moon in a clear sky is unusual to see. My housecoat and I
By Tree Langdon5 years ago in Poets
As if you were the running waters - Gleaming with warmth during Spring, Cold and white-piled in Winter - I adore all forms of you,
By Ahmet F. Ilhan5 years ago in Poets
Dedicated and ambitiously, I search for you amongst towering trees, coarse gravel, and affable creatures. A cool breeze whistles through my nose and fills my hoodie.
By Re'naijah Purvis5 years ago in Poets
Tonight there is quiet And peace in the solace Of knowing tomorrow provides Plentiful harvests of value To blighted and meaningless lives
there’s only one mountain here but its heart is pure as snow a glacial peak made jagged from time high above the timberline
There once was a bird, A beautiful bird, She spread her wings, And flapped them so, And into the sky she flew. As she flew she soon saw
By Amy Bell5 years ago in Poets
Did it take long to find me I asked the faithful night? Did it take long to find me... and are you gonna stay the night. So the song goes...
By Katherine Lovell5 years ago in Poets
The chilling air of western plains Filled the cloudy sky, And on the grasses mane Vibrant crocuses did lye. Clovers speckled with morning dew
By Shelby Wells5 years ago in Poets
I asked the weeping willow tree how lonely is this swamp I see? What dark, primeval, loveless start left it with this mired heart?
