An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Dew drops on daisies cause pouting of crowds That damn the carbon footprint and the lights. They burn because of the fossil fuel clouds.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
The winds of Summer Solstice gently blow across her face, As she sits amidst the mighty oak, and feels the suns embrace. The Maiden says goodbye to spring with a hand held to her heart,
By Lori Brizius7 years ago in Poets
She rests at the edge of the trees Two fawns stick close, spotted and wobbly Ears sticking up just barely Two small lives she's protecting
By Christie McNabb7 years ago in Poets
I was overwhelmed by a frenzy of anxious self-destruction and a fit of the walls closing. I’d like to say that this night was an anomaly,
By Amelia Clare Wright7 years ago in Poets
As I watch the sun and moon play hide and seek in the sky, I find myself laughing for no reason, 'cause nothing around me is hilarious.
By K7 years ago in Poets
You can find me on garbage island or sunbathing in Antarctica Falling asleep and forgetting where we came from Denying the dying polar bears and blue whales
By Christy Lynn7 years ago in Poets
She often daydreamed of leaving, Abandoning her shoes at the door, Getting lost in nature's melody, Her naked feet dancing across the damp ground,
By Gloriana Demers7 years ago in Poets
I sat alone on a snowy, high bank of the river one cold winter night beneath a panoply of stars, pondering if I could make happen what seemed impossible,
By Theresa McGarry7 years ago in Poets
Ever look at a tree that is completely still? No blossom or bud stirring. It’s magic, really. Able to completely sit still, completely still.
By dk7 years ago in Poets
i want to move to the milky way up there the moon is always full and the stars are always awake cause stars have big dreams
By Mallory Wynne7 years ago in Poets
The day was excruciatingly hot. The blistering sun set high in the cloudless sky beat down without mercy upon his back. The insects' loud continuous hum floated on the warm, dry air.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
I sat down by some Big Oak Trees, their branches whispered secret life stories to me. The Wind carried their conversation in a harmonious tune, from the birth of the earth to the (so-called) walk on the moon.
By Yahruth B. Els7 years ago in Poets
