An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Like a hammerhead I must keep moving There is no such thing as being still As for me, that requires a special pill Screw the suburbs, I want to go to New York
By Chris Gacinski7 years ago in Poets
The early morning dawn shown softly over the countryside The flowers waved unified, like the ocean tide. Its rays warmed the dew wet grass
By Autumn Brown7 years ago in Poets
it’s not that there isn't sound it’s a hallowed sound a head full of thoughts humming low like static on a radio the heartbeat of the house
By Cheyenne Reuter7 years ago in Poets
Right, I watch through window the slow snowy miracle plain white flakes glide down graceful, effortlessly prominent, poised
By Imani- Amour7 years ago in Poets
Hello, December, how've you been? It's been a while since we last met; we should catch up, spend time together while we can.
By Katherine J. Zumpano7 years ago in Poets
I am not a bad person I am not selfish Even if I am, it is a normal stage in my development I will grow from here I need encouragement
By Catie Consolo7 years ago in Poets
Pebbles, not sand, hindered their feet. Drenched souls, so cold, yet passion they meet. Every cloud, every drop, meant to be.
By Caleb Johnson7 years ago in Poets
Moon Games Copyright: October 13, 2007 The Harvest moon began its rise in dusk of eves sky; An orb of soft colored gold, It arose big and bold.
By Jennine Donier7 years ago in Poets
Autumn Arrivals By Jen Donier Copyright September 22, 2014 Summer has faded and slipped away Brilliant Autumn has come to play
Each curl blown back by a cool autumn breeze, She's running, toes sifting through each green blade, The cool autumn air brings her back to ease,
By Jessica Blanco7 years ago in Poets
Starts again in the morning Voice, face and your choice Where outside body in the soul Perfect picture as your beginning
By E. NATASHA7 years ago in Poets
Across the water, By the Bay of Portree, Where stand many a fairy mound, And up a small stream, Beside a few-troden path,
By Michelle MacLaren7 years ago in Poets
