An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Hollowed stumps rise from dirt The empty wood-tombs of giants Blackened bark pieces dangling Like spongy feeble ornaments
By Jamie Wilkinson8 years ago in Poets
Sweet autumnal sap, sticking To maple walls of an hourglass, Unwilling, lingering, clinging, To the curvature of cracked bark.
A hardened shell of sticky fur, the likes of botched taxidermy writing on the winter roadside in shades of brown and red.
how do you search for the moon among night-stained trees? Sirius, Orion, Ursa Major, the minor key in circles, the moon by smaller circles
By Daisy Lennon8 years ago in Poets
THERE’S A REVOLUTION OF CHANGE GOING THROUGH OUR LAND PLANES ARE FLYING OVER MACHINE GUNS IN OUR HANDS BIRDS ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY
By David Avner8 years ago in Poets
Wonder, what wonder How the current pulls you under As you sink down farther You suddenly hear thunder You approach the clouds at the bottom of the sea
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
I keep standing Farther and farther back Trying to push the waves back That roll ever in upon the sand Only to crash as wind
Goodbye Polar Bear! You were such a good Bipolar bear Even though you’d Think it’s not fair We all know you weren’t all there
Space Watches Me In different forms When I’m hiding Or when I’m crying The sky watches me When inside, I’m dying Or when I’m whining
By Jamal Hamadani8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever imagined what illustrates our thoughts, our sudden burst of colors, things we’ve never seen, places we’ve never been
By André dos Santos8 years ago in Poets
Look up, let your mind float A galaxy without a boat Crystal eyes will hypnotize, even run your lies Summer sols, Autumn Aperture
By Jonathan Clewlow8 years ago in Poets
The world is my oyster and you know I'll fuck it till she's dry, I've got the world at my fingertips and I'm gonna choke her till she dies,
By Cotten Runt8 years ago in Poets
