An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
One dead tree It sat through many of heaven's tears And many more pieces of cold angel wings Once a solace to many fears
By Drew Marple8 years ago in Poets
I stopped to smell the roses, as philosophers advise it. Alas, no cure - I'd stood in manure that was on the ground beside it.
By Claire Driver8 years ago in Poets
Wake up in the morning A little groggy in the head All of my body Asks to go back to bed Let the dogs out The morning routine
By Amanda Washburn8 years ago in Poets
Driving down the skyline Searching for the perfect places, Peaceful enough to match The serenity of your soul. Overlooking Crescent Rock
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
Speak trees, speak! Let your truths be known! Oh, if it could, wood would speak And let wisdom be shown Yet they are seemingly silent
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
Here's to you: the seasoned sailorof these tempestuous wordsthe autumnal expert leaf turnerbook openerchapter beginnersecret enjoyer of craft pumpkin-spiced beveragesthe jaded cliche artistof suburbia's forgotten dreamsseptember beginsfor youconnoisseur ofdark corner cafésyeah, this one's for you:caffeinated poetof redundancieswith your enigmaticphilosophical tendenciesthere aren't enoughold wool sweatersand calf lengthboots to disguiseyour lax grip on the season's fashionis effortless the ephemera extraordinaireimmortalising the fleeting momentslingering in
By b g8 years ago in Poets
Damn. It is a perfect day outside. The breeze brushes the acorns and the smell of charcoal reminds me it's the weekend.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
Why do we wait, Until it’s too late, Before we try to make a change? Maybe because, We’re too ignorant or arrogant, To realise our initial mistakes,
By Felicity Lyons8 years ago in Poets
it rains more often now that summer ends it is a salty rain that comes from the sea when the wind blows and the wind blows colder now
By Phoenix Sága8 years ago in Poets
Shattered, rock teeth Tear through deep, green gums, Hard and high, Against a distressed sky, Fat with unshed rain And grime.
By D Hug8 years ago in Poets
The heat came as it always did tanning the fields a gorgeous gold ripening avocados and tomatoes. The heat came and drew the Sunset residents out
By Rose Booker8 years ago in Poets
Leaves circle high Flutter like wings In tormented winds, Unsure of direction— Them and I, One voice In Fall's silence.
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
