An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
mimosa trees grow wild down Harper's Mill twisting to Cabin carpenter bees dead grave Her window ledges buried layer upon layer
By Lorre Black5 years ago in Poets
The call of the wild is the voice of friend, carried on the whisper of wind as it flows, with the pine needles of the northern forest,
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Poets
There are things in this world that can make you believe in magic. Moments truly special so hard to explain to ones who’ve never felt it.
The kind rain sprinkled gently through the sunrays. The vast ocean roared in melodramatic waves. The little pond laid apathetically and at ease.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
In the summer, among the rain and sun, I spent a week in the forest, with the trees, the dewy moss, and the damp leaves, among the thickets and the glens,
There are certain, times, every year, when nature, reminds the world, who the greatest artist is, each and every year,
My front yard is the sea, freedom right in front of me My back yard is the estuary, you see, with an echo of freedom right behind me
By Billi Fox5 years ago in Poets
Let’s go back to the basics, where, There is an abundance of love; And, no differentiation, Which Country, religion, race & creed, you and me are from.
By Khagesh Mahanta5 years ago in Poets
After the Flood After the idea of the flood had receded, a rabbit paused in the clock flowers and the holy clover, and said his prayers through the rainbow of the Spider's web.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Poets
A blade of grass on the ground grows in front of my eyes. It possesses a vibrant green hue, it sprotes out of the floor. This blade was stepped on in another life.
By Mala R.5 years ago in Poets
Distinguish a preference between rain and dew drops you chalantly propose to me Could I ? Should I ? Make such a telling selection when fairness is unavailable
By The Fashion Design Academy Company6 years ago in Poets
Possibly positive of your direction Once before Now it seems unsure Readily halting me at every turn to stop and appreciate you from my view without the loud pines of the city that I once before
By Arianne6 years ago in Poets
