An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
If I tell you the truth of the feathers in my soul, the roots coiling down through my legs like spider veins, invisible,
By Amber Cadenas7 years ago in Poets
1 New Year rain. Geese fly since the time of the gods. What to do on this cold morning? Have the day the same taste of the night.
By Luis Ignacio Marín7 years ago in Poets
We escaped to the Pacific Northwest and evergreens meshed with The browns of our skin. Our bodies, barky like the bases and trunks.
By Ajala7 years ago in Poets
I don't answer to any identity. I conform to no constructs or labels. I am wild; like the green coated veins of the earth that engulf such hoards of natural bounty,
By Wyld Tha Bard7 years ago in Poets
1 Heat in the environment. The hoe is hot. I hear the singing, fresh, of the cuckoo. The bells of the place follow the rhythm
Right now, I’m picturing myself walking along a beach. A glass of fizzing white wine in my hand. It’s nightfall, and I wear a shawl and a one piece polka-dotted bathing suit,
By Woman With an Edge7 years ago in Poets
This narrow passage harbors the path of the lone wolf wise beyond eons but empty of fight now A symphony of days gathers
By Lana Broussard7 years ago in Poets
The rain won’t stop pouring. I don’t know what to do. Do I stop or carry on? The sky is grey, I need it blue. The days have been dark,
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Dampness, chilly, golden leaves arrayed Twisted branches capturing the sunlight, making an orange glow Pumpkins with silly faces, grotesque smiles
By Brandi Espy7 years ago in Poets
A dark mind wants to see the light, but the crazy is not worthy. I'm told they will fix my unbalanced mind, a forced manic state consumes me.
By Ashley Jácome7 years ago in Poets
The most grandiloquent of words could not describe who you are, the most brilliant of minds just could not even understand or get that far,
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
The sun hugs my skin Held in one gentle warm embrace. Butterflies kiss my nose and toes Setting off little tingling explosions.
By Serena Taylor7 years ago in Poets
