An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Dark is the sky Darker the water Waves lap against the shore, The slightest of sounds, Amid an eerie calm. Gray is the sky,
By Michelle MacLaren7 years ago in Poets
The swing seat on the verandah The most demure kind of fun You swung by, hoping you could land her And found her poised to perfection
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
The turning begins And I start breathing faster October excites Pink trees! Pink trees! Pink! Ivy changes colour too!
What is the point of continuing When everything around it is falling apart? Destined to be in the cage it wishes all to end
By Colt Castro7 years ago in Poets
There is silence There is darkness A single floorboard creeks There is silence There is darkness. The moon peaks out between the clouds
The fall. The season when everything died to relive again. The only part of the time when the Earth is showing us that letting go isn't that hard, that sometimes it can be beautiful.
By Ange LI7 years ago in Poets
Like a glimmering and glittering light to the flies And a blossoming flower with a nectar To a bee Like a shadow to its self-portraying image
By Nabin Yonghang Limbu7 years ago in Poets
Flecks of white, Start to dot the sky, As the sun sets And Venus, the Morning Star, Begins to rise. One by one, Planets and constellations alike appear.
I stand beside the shore, Yearning for something more, As the waves lap at the sand beneath my feet. The air smelling of salt and yet almost sweet,
Listening to the rain A sweet noise to hear Fell into a river voice Missed faces never seen On those rainy days The canvas blanket talk deepest
By E. NATASHA7 years ago in Poets
Every day's another cup of candy cane-flavoured diabetes Because I'm far too good for alcohol And hey, it hasn't snowed yet
Walk towards me and see, That this is only partly What we're looking for. This isn't just an end to you And I, This is the beginning for neither of us.
By Lindsi Werner7 years ago in Poets
