An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Rays of the sun creeping over the mountains Morning dew glistening in the green grass The chill in the morning air gives me shivers
By Violet Holt5 years ago in Poets
Whirlwinds cloak My heart in chaos Thunder shakes my core War drums beat for battles nigh My soul can take no more Tempests cry within my person
By Bismillah_poetry5 years ago in Poets
Thank you, beautiful moon. For being the calm in my night. For taking care of me with your light. For proving to me what's right.
By Katie Dawn5 years ago in Poets
What happens to a seed after it is planted? Does it grow up straight? Does it grow over-slanted? Is it lonely? Is it shy?
By Moodymelon5 years ago in Poets
As I look out from my window, cup of tea in my hand, slow jazz in the background, and stuck on the hope that soon the snow shall come,
By Mihaela Vasileva5 years ago in Poets
Who are we to determine the identity of nature? We deem some events, characteristics, and beings supernatural The things that lay outside the norm of reality
By Brontide5 years ago in Poets
Summer comes, and just as presently, she leaves. She leaves with leaves, floating downward, crisp and brittle, in sepia tones.
By The Rose5 years ago in Poets
If I were a tree, with roots buried deep. I would be a weeping willow swaying in a warm summer breeze. leaves fluttering like eyelashes against your cheek.
By Mad Chatter Poetry5 years ago in Poets
The Black Pool Looking up into the black pool, I am filled with wonder, Where only a few have swam before. Its a curious thing to expect to get wet,
By Nicholas Alexander Guerrero5 years ago in Poets
She gazes into the glory of the magical candle searching the searing flame to look forward, only looking back hesitantly—
By Gay Writing Quill5 years ago in Poets
October for me harbors a lot of memories, as you can tell from my past posts. October can mean a lot to different people; however this is what October means to me- NOW 2020.
By Jupiter Miller5 years ago in Poets
Today I saw a butterfly in the subway station. We looked at each other. And then we moved out of the way. Moved out of the way as the subway deposited the packs of people out onto the subway platform.
By AmberRose Dische5 years ago in Poets
