An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
What a feeling it is, when the wind hits your skin The storm has passed, and the sun is your friend The trees are smiling, and so casually blowing
By Jay Briggs8 years ago in Poets
Old Jack Frost reminds you that the passing of life is always meant to be a beautiful and honored thing. His delicate hand throwing glisten and sparkle over mulch and decay — His is a selfless act, a death defying beauty.
By Fierce Sister8 years ago in Poets
Your love is like the ocean deep and sometimes dark, yet sunlight reveals droplets of laughter on your ripples. At times, you are as gentle as a mother
By Kayla8 years ago in Poets
Snow wipes the slate clean. My mother used to say it fell upon you like angel kisses, each one forgiving you of something.
As i ran through the forest of light I came across a river sparkling so bright. It was pleading with me screaming, crying, begging,
By Madelin Martell8 years ago in Poets
Lonely is the solitary sunflower as it sways in the wind, dancing to an organic tune only she can hear. Her unrelenting persistency
By Lacy Walters8 years ago in Poets
Oh how the skies open to reveal the depths of creation. Andromeda joins Apollo in a perpetual dance among the stars. And beneath the spherical
I expected this to be a quick jaunt into the forest, but I got drawn in by the beauty of nature. I take a deep breath, the crisp scent of petrichor present in the air. As I exhale, I look towards a tree, a single tree that distanced itself from the others.
By Dmitri C.8 years ago in Poets
As you listen to the silence, You find true noise. The gentle breeze entices the shuffling of the branches. They sway themselves against one another
By Alexa Schopfer8 years ago in Poets
Through green iron gates, stands he, spearing from the ground. Giant mother shades the grass, tombs of stone protrude through the moss,
By Fred Hermes8 years ago in Poets
Night tore the dress off of Day, and when Dusk ducked below the mountain curves of her horizon, I watched the stars
By Teyana Jackson8 years ago in Poets
I have seen galaxies burst into existence, burning towers of stars crashing through dirt-floor blackness and up into the arms
