An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Today is… sunlight streaming through cottage windows as a silver tabby long and lean reclines on the twisted colors of a braided rug
By Lana Broussard7 years ago in Poets
Searched to Find You In my eyes you dream And in my heart I vow Deserving your touch I want to know how To show you the world
By Jon-Erik Olson7 years ago in Poets
Are you blind to her tears? She is showing you signs Of despair, And you turn her away. She’s the one that gave you a home.
By GuidedUniverse7 years ago in Poets
Viva! The shout escapes as we relearn the language of sea nymphs and tiger sharks entrapped in a world of maroon sunsets and eternity
a casted midnight shadow a whispering morning light that of which song plays has blinded my ears that sees its beautiful
By Ruby Estelle 7 years ago in Poets
I love you. Sometimes I doubt you. Sometimes I feel alone. I feel as if every day becomes more, and more, unbearable. I feel as if I were Atlas holding up the weight of the worlds on my shoulders, crippling me in every shape and form.
By A.P.M 7 years ago in Poets
An afternoon deep in the throes of winter a soft blanket strewn onto a plaid sofa in a room quiet enough to hear the moaning winter
In July, flying high, a patchwork appears Bold chartreuse pieced with deeper green The canola's in flower, in its goldenrod hour
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
The day the sinkhole gave way it was partly cloudy with 73% humidity it formed on the asphalt at the mouth of the alley where the prickly cactus
Like a river, time moves on One day I will forget her All the things that had gone wrong And all the good together Now the pain swells like rapids
By Christopher O'Sullivan7 years ago in Poets
Looking at the moon up high Hoping someone else sees it Gazing at the same night sky Just sitting, staring a bit Clouds pass by, I feel alive
I've caught spring fever I sweat it out all alone Cursed travelers April is in my mistress' face, but May may not Flower readily
