An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The light of day is what keeps one sane Very few know, what keeps them from the rain The city takes for granted what it has
By Jose Mikalauskas7 years ago in Poets
A cacophony of unnatural and natural, Crashing waves and screams collide, Groans of protest of a great ship, Despair of those who nature denied.
By Tristan Crosby7 years ago in Poets
The sky exists everywhere. No smaller nor bigger to any side of the world. Sometimes us humans can't help but stare. So long and wide, it seems to give off pride.
By Poetry Girl7 years ago in Poets
Verse 1 Suffering has taught me to love For in the depths of my sorrow I saw the glory of truth in testament In the pretty bird in the firmament
By Zachary Michael7 years ago in Poets
“20 sticks line diagonal In my little civic vehicle That object which propels me From point A to point B. B plus is my blood type -
By S Sad7 years ago in Poets
I am the moment you read this, existing in thoughts and dreams, but I am the reality that is today. You are the texture of the life
By S.7 years ago in Poets
The sky is darkened by the clouds in my mind. The air is sticky, the wind stings, the salt in the breeze scrapes my cheeks.
By Wandering Wayta7 years ago in Poets
In the middle of the day When The sun is at its high When everyone is at the pool They day no one can stay at home The hottest day of the year
By Lalala Maclemore7 years ago in Poets
Do not break my branches, do not destroy my soul, Taking me from Formby would leave a gaping hole. Do not saw my trunk, and do not break my heart,
By Holly Bushnell7 years ago in Poets
The harvest caravan is passing by, The men in tractor-trucks, pursuing yields … Across the miles of plains, their trade to ply
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
Somewhere between a Harvest Moon And an Empty, Dark Space I blindly stumbled into my destiny. My soul uncontrollably bellows out
By Mary Bobik7 years ago in Poets
The skies were a bit too yellow And the seas, a bit more blue Some of it was false, While the rest of it was true It was summer; the mercury went north
By Gulraj Bedi7 years ago in Poets
