An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Worms under velvet earth squirm A dog pleads, dragging at the door Beetles hike up blades of grass Sunlight slowly streams across the pale sky
By Jessica Conway5 years ago in Poets
In her dreams, her cotton sheets, felt like tulle- In her slumber, she felt at peace. A glance as serene as splendor-
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
Moon rises, summer tidings, now look, this is for the best Dark cloaks and burning fires, we’re getting things off our chest
By Coffee Can Confessional5 years ago in Poets
From night to night, and not a soul in sight. A slight breeze brings the hair on my neck to rise; And a bright moon shines a shadow of a lily below.
By Jessica Karris5 years ago in Poets
“Endurance despite the surroundings.” Darkness, lurking, open lids upon the night, Terror screeching in the air, Dwelling upon the fright,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Sight leans against the tree. The light of the spirits glimmer around the forest. The sound of equines reverberate with drops.
By David Fournier5 years ago in Poets
Know this might sound like another case of hopes or wishes, However I am working my ass off. As if sliding over another pile of resturant dirty dishes.
By Bo_ThaBohemian5 years ago in Poets
She's rests on a field of flowers - pools of purples, pinks and yellows. Fidgeting about with a frown on her sleeping face, dreaming of the future;
By Fabiola Hernandez5 years ago in Poets
Path Carve, cement, molded Options of hours and morals Pained triumphant true Skyline Stardust all around Copious sums of clouds there
By Rocxo Bum5 years ago in Poets
I saw a tiny squirrel Laying on the ground, I crept up ever so slowly I didn't make a sound. I could see he was too young
By Lee Bevan5 years ago in Poets
Closing my eyes, I hear a sound, a inner silent sound, like when I was lulled, when in the windy days, I was in a wood, swinging,
By The Mager5 years ago in Poets
osiris reflecting through the asphalt gray sheets clinging to the firmament imperceptible changes moving ever so slowly
By Jonathan Fiero5 years ago in Poets
