An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Deciduous trees determine what symphony of colors the season will be Naked brown limbs in winter make a warm crackling fire so inviting
By Jessica Dumas7 years ago in Poets
Autumn is when leaves of many a tree Becomes so very weary of being green So they turn warm hues of color we love to see And descend ever so gracefully with sheen.
Once a night the bright moon peaks It reaches its height as it finds the cracks in the blinds Silhouetting the shadows as they lurk
By Jeffrey Schamp7 years ago in Poets
I am a river that runs through and through, Deep down in the valleys, illuminating the sky a vicious shade of blue. The river that runs through my blood and bones,
By Christina Hendry7 years ago in Poets
I see the orange, red and yellow painted sky as the sun rises and I think of you I see the clouds changing shape like a shape shifter in the sky and I think of you
By Sheba Wright7 years ago in Poets
Brown leaves brings times of dreaming Foggy morning on the hillside across the way The ghosts dance in the graveyard Safe in the sweaters holding you tight in the chills embrace
By K ➶7 years ago in Poets
As the brightness of the morning wakes me up from my tent you can see the sun overlooking the valley as it rises The rooster crowing the arising morning as its way of keeping times
By Sarah Elizabeth7 years ago in Poets
Fall is coming bringing happiness and joy. Pumpkins and festivies cover the town's. Kids cheering with glee that Halloween is coming around.
By Poetry Girl7 years ago in Poets
to feed the screaming mind, read even. to ease the screaming mind, read odd. part II. 1. never. never let fear hold you back,
By Caden DeWeerdt7 years ago in Poets
How sedimentary of us to never experiment with our actions. Continually, we carry out the same routine, content with the comfort of normalcy.
By Erem .7 years ago in Poets
Nights like tonight call for a little bit of Tupelo Honey and stargazing, and getting high off of candid memories. Remembering you here with me, I start
By Virginia Whiddon7 years ago in Poets
Autumn is the start of when all the leaves off the trees start turning beautiful colours from red, gold, and brown. Along with prickly conkers cracking and popping. Through the days the leaves start to sway and float to the ground spreading along the gorgeous path with the crunchy leaves and branches snapping.
By Jessie7 years ago in Poets
