An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
If we are curious and observant, there is ample excitement and joy all around. That day, while visiting rural India,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
From the house, not very far, on a hillock. stands a sycamore. Spring or summer, autumn or winter, I walk up to it
Sinking through my skin, Respite against the nipping wind, The flames caress me.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a month ago in Poets
Playing games with me, you take away chills and cold snaps. Eyes open; love clear. Always remember this... * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Poets
He ran so happy Full of Love and instant joy to welcome me warm
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
I come to the table carrying ache, Not dressed up, not polished, not pretending. Just me and the weight of remembering What it cost You to call me Yours.
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
The trees you see above is California holly, also called toyon, a native plant of the chaparral hills. It belongs to the rose family,
ninety-eight point six degrees — a tad deceiving fleece shields winter's grip
By Lamar Wigginsabout a month ago in Poets
Black Water The water looked calm from the edge, smooth as an unbroken lie. Nothing warned me what lived beneath, nothing marked the reason why.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
We are the poets born of earth, Writing with roots, rain, and light. The wind teaches us gentle words, The mountains speak of patience.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
Closing down the day, a layer of powder and a liquid moon, plants edging the closed cafe, left to die. I cannot stomach the brutality of nature.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Poets
Inside the whispering enchanted forest, lays the answer to one's desiderium. An entwining secret that is interwoven with the glistening sorrows of the weeping willow.
By Krysten Guilbaultabout a month ago in Poets
