An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I long for the winding road Its call is never ceasing Through country back roads and on desert highways It draws my heart to be releasing.
By Carrie Case6 years ago in Poets
Your smile is like the first days of spring, Warm, bright, full of promise. Your cry is as sad as a lonely winter night. Your anger is as firy as the blazing summer sun.
By Zoleeta Myers-West6 years ago in Poets
With beauty and grace The world put a smile on her face . The rain kissed her cheeks , And the wind whispered secrets She’d giggle to the trees
By Abigail Lynn6 years ago in Poets
Sunrise. Beautiful radiance Glowing like magical sparkles The world awakes to the song Of birds peeking from their wings
By Tori Reimschisel6 years ago in Poets
I wrote this after the French nation carried out their nuclear tests on Mururoa atoll in 1996 with a possible prediction of a dramatic, climatic outcome.
By a.a.gallagher6 years ago in Poets
I once had the thought of seeing waves after waves of blue until I came to a realization. Not everything in the world was blue.
By Alina Luke6 years ago in Poets
There was debris falling Clumps of stone, of concrete I was stumbling, on the phone, trying to hail a taxi This is how it arrives, the end
By Yanto Adda6 years ago in Poets
Dear Mt. Fuji You look just like your Photographs And here I got to meet you at last. Although you’re a mountain
By Tokyo Lights 6 years ago in Poets
~ There was once was a man who believed in one thing: Power He craved for it each day when he woke up And he craved it when he didn’t have enough
By Kylee Cheyanne6 years ago in Poets
"Sleeping at noon The body of the blue heron Poised in nobility" -Kitamura Kigin He stands in the shallows along the creek's edge, frozen in place. I can’t tell if he’s dreaming or watching for fish.
By Emily Wallace 6 years ago in Poets
It's hot on the screen-in patio. The cicadas ignore the heat, continuing their quasi-melodic droning. I sit, sweating.
IT’S ALL AN ADVENTURE THAT COMES WITH A BREATH-TAKING VIEW Salt water blue eyes, open armed Oceans asking me to swim or, perhaps,
By Kat Allen6 years ago in Poets
