An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The heart of a lion is oh so fierce, eyes of a hunter and teeth that pierce. But underneath that ferocious exterior, is a loving heart beating on the interior.
By Prince of Peace6 years ago in Poets
It's time to have a heart to heart, life is but a work of art. We can let the sad things tear apart, or push right on through with the Lion's heart.
Didn’t mind Draggin’ a leaf From Bamako To Timbuktu * * * There was no kerfuffle When forced to hustle As sand-storms,
By j.s.lamb6 years ago in Poets
Daylight dressed in her light blue gown Dances with such delight. Wearing the sun like a golden crown A most auspicious sight.
By Charlene Pratt6 years ago in Poets
We carried corn For the deer; Blocks of salt-lick, too, Strollin’ through fields like snail’s teeth, Wearing lumberjack shirts & fuzzy-eared hats.
Mom planted clusters of flowers, from the edge of the driveway, along its gently rising slope, until it reached a plateau,
Upon my sight, there falls a star. She wanders closely, yet she is far. I watch her carefully as she moves through space.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
my heart pumps red, but not like you think like the red dirt road leading to my favorite pit of a lake like red fall leaves crisping in a beautiful death
By H.6 years ago in Poets
White light splits into seven colours when it passes through prism, Rainbow combines seven colours to form itself, Materialism divides us as our thinking gets restricted to a particular thing,
By Shweta 6 years ago in Poets
Leaves from pecan trees Drift lazily to the river’s surface To float like Nature’s canoes Toward the ocean Carrying with them
By Billy W. Mitchell6 years ago in Poets
The setting sun nestled in the valley, Glowing in the falling dark Upon the hills that fold together Stood sentinals, still and stark.
By Banjywon6 years ago in Poets
You think about the ocean For then it swallows you up Your lips have felt the potion The pleasure is in the cup. No hand you cannot raise it.
By Halene Yencha 6 years ago in Poets
