An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The scab has torn and the water has come to a boil, My mother is a water lily, and I, Am a mud flower, The sudden screaming of buttercups, tiger lilies, bluebells and other wildflowers unknown, crescendo around me,
By violet eliza-sioux6 years ago in Poets
I love winter. The cold, biting air. The snow that falls with no sound. The bright sun’s glare From the white, frozen ground.
By Cobe Wilson6 years ago in Poets
The spider died Alone At least I assume it died alone I’ll never know I found it on the carpet At first I thought it was a bit of dried grass
By Johnny Seven6 years ago in Poets
Anthracitic ants anticipate antipathy. A true Antediluvian antagonist, their anthoid antrum a scourge. Using an antiquated anthelmintic,
By Packrat Poet6 years ago in Poets
On the side of the boat, I sit, Head full of expectation and hope. I look at my buddy, My buddy at me. We communicate readiness without words.
By Ruth Gibson6 years ago in Poets
I stood there, arms out, bathing in radiation, the three of us there - a scene, an act, a play Do you recall that song? It plays in my silence, my ear.
By Todd Worrell6 years ago in Poets
Being Human is simple enough At the same time It is complex stuff Life is a paradox One two three Three two one Can you see?
By Molly Roche6 years ago in Poets
As a child, I was told that I had an old soul. I was fourteen going on forty-five now I’m nineteen going on ninety. My wisdom is well beyond my years.
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
This city is planning to swallow me up whole, Tall buildings loom over me, Watching as I try to escape their shadows, Horns blast,
By Sidney Hildebrandt6 years ago in Poets
A morning he sat on the edge of the dock, looking over softly disturbed water, and wondered if in another strand this is that ancient river.
forever must be a long ass time cuz’ i’m stuck in the game for that long ain’t no undoing my work as an artist fate has sealed itself
Whisper whisper Through the trees Whisper whisper In the breeze Whisper Whisper Wind so free What it is You want from me
By Lee Hawkridge6 years ago in Poets
