An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
How did we all get here Does anyone really know There is the story of creation And there is also the story of evolution
By Maria Kalafatis5 years ago in Poets
Breathe. Sweeping through the streets, traveling overseas, comes a disease. Even more deadly than this, fear. Amidst the waves of turbulence, of terror, of misinformation, and selfishness, something else arrives.
By Marina Richter5 years ago in Poets
A wonderful golden cloud was rising Above the treetops, Leaning over your balcony Trying to see if you come there.
By Mallika Dhar5 years ago in Poets
You stare up at the sky and admire the perfect sunny day when out of the shining blue comes total black. Like a switch has been flipped,
By Kiersten Fox5 years ago in Poets
Tell you what, these days it’s like it is always a windy night. What I mean by that is things are always moving, turning not sleeping soundly like
By Joshua Kochis5 years ago in Poets
When the air feels warm So you reach out and touch her petals Her breath wisps you away Blowing on the petals
By Serenity Skies 5 years ago in Poets
The waves roll in the sun glares on my skin as I stand in the salted sea looking out into the misty existence of the future
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Poets
Oh little busy bee, what a pleasure it is that you've arrived to me. Oh courageous bee, far-off from home in the woodland hive. Incredibly thankful am I that you are alive.
By Kylee Tirado5 years ago in Poets
My Mountain It is exhausting to be told about the mountains I have made from mole-hills. Don't you see the pick and the spade I constantly keep
By Victoria L-B5 years ago in Poets
The storm is coming brewing up. In the sky the wind rumbles distorting everyone's daily lives. * Rain lashes against window panes.
There was a storm raging in her heart because she knew things would never be the same. Her emotions were roaring in her heart.
By Stephanie Foster5 years ago in Poets
On a bright morning You go for a walk. Beams of light brush your face, The wind dances between the trees, The grass reaches up beneath your feet
By Austin G Graham5 years ago in Poets
