An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
She is the epitome of the ocean; graceful, yet unpredictable. Representing the greatest creation, that Earth has to offer.
By Nathan Cherenzia8 years ago in Poets
Perched on a rock as still as a statue Waiting for the moon to shine Her pack behind her Waiting, watching like a crowd of children
By blazina love8 years ago in Poets
I was moss but you were a dandelion yellow. He was your Forrest fire turning your yellows to brown just from sight, as I sit stuck on my rock above you having to witness the damage being done.
By Incipient Poet8 years ago in Poets
Dirt, sand, gravel, tar roads and rivers, slowly winding trails clouds, winds, stirring grass, tasks mountains full of beauty, and tracks
By Pippa Ramirez8 years ago in Poets
Above the tide - line the grey rocks are splashed with close growing lichen. Beneath them are the vivid orange-brown and sienas of wracked weeds.
By Aaliyah Shaw8 years ago in Poets
I feel we all have this place.. this location.. the destination we would eventually like to get to. In the end of it all.. Will we ever get there? are we ready to reach our final destination? Do we know what our final destination really entails?
By Kyah Davina8 years ago in Poets
My reflection reminds me where I am Who I am And how the two do not belong together The flies in the yard remind me of the tabanos
By Carter Ward8 years ago in Poets
The drive City to city Only about 20 minutes Although long for observation Everyone sees through different eyes Different perspectives
By Joanna Blair8 years ago in Poets
Who comes to mind? think of who is always with us no matter how alone we may feel. The energy we are given when it hits quarter past three and the world around you is still...
The rain is like an escape from all the happiness. It doesn’t matter if it's real, if you’re in it, or if you’re listening to it
By Ruben Ortiz8 years ago in Poets
A sleep so deep She can’t awaken The ground beneath you slightly shaken What once was given, now is taken She has been forsaken.
By Falsity Jones8 years ago in Poets
As I wait here trapped by the moon's harsh night I stare and pray for a break of light. For night is cold and oh so dark Where evil lurks and stares do mark,
By Christina Holmes8 years ago in Poets
