An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The sky shines with the universe’s grin It plunges down into the deep blue sea Ascending from horizons in the East Raining down and sparkling upon us.
By Brandis Ajay6 years ago in Poets
North, south, east, west Where do you live Which is the best? Sydney, Melbourne, Perth Are some of the best? Places on earth.
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
Empty, oh I feel so empty. But within the same moment I have never felt so full. Staring into the pitch-black sky, Watching as the stars twinkle up oh so high.
By Emily Fitzgerald6 years ago in Poets
A wandering, enjoying the summer breeze, When behold I hear, a screeching on high. As I turn to see what disrupted the peace,
By Sarah-Jayne Hucks6 years ago in Poets
The sun radiates warmth onto your skin. The nice breeze swept by as it cools you down. Palm trees sway gently. The flowers are fully bloomed and tourists wander about looking at their brochures to help them find their way to the beach.
By flowergirl0016 years ago in Poets
I watch the rain fall, the soft drizzle spraying the young flowers of April. The drops splash onto the vibrant petal of a Lily, the only spec of color amidst the grey landscape, it seems.
By William Decker6 years ago in Poets
I've been staring at the rise, Watching the colors striv, And the world lighten up. There is a beauty in this funny show.
By Jeff Godonou6 years ago in Poets
When flooded with colour I duck behind a lens. One eye open, frame it now, focus. The tantalizing visual of sunset across the water,
By Bugsy Watts6 years ago in Poets
Stink Bug 1 Stink bug on my wall. How far will it fall? On my head, I say? No, not today. Stink bug on my wall.
By M. W. Lemongello6 years ago in Poets
We have a secret, just we three. The robin, and I, and the cherry tree. The bird told the tree, and the tree told me, and nobody knows it but just us three.
By Zach Capon6 years ago in Poets
"From Blossoms" From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward
By moon vixen6 years ago in Poets
By all accounts, spring is here to stay the grass is lovely green, the trees, new leaves caterpillars are coming out to play
By Leigh Schilling6 years ago in Poets
