An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A wish is a dish On a hook for a fish Who forgot he had What he thought he missed Missed he may What was in the bay
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
to watch the dance of leaf and branch floating on a windy breeze puts me in a place where tired shoulders can finally be at ease
By Cindy Beitinger8 years ago in Poets
In the sky the night begins, In the past of broken dreams. The sun will rise a new day begins, The future is yet to be. Dreams are yet to come,
By Alisha Casteel8 years ago in Poets
Lay still and listen closely my dear The stars will whisper their secretly softly in your ear Casting a fiery wave of flames that spread across the sky
By Nicole (Nikki) M.8 years ago in Poets
Trust are the roots, It is dark there and surrounded by earth. This is where creativity is grounded. It begins to seek light,
By Kristy Loxton8 years ago in Poets
Love me - I am reckless with my body; Watch me while I create my storms of air and fire and guide your ships onto my shore.
By Alissa Frost8 years ago in Poets
She had a lot going on, she did. But she didn't let that get the best of her. She was beautiful like no one knew she was. Even though she had a way to smile and keep her pain hidden, none of what was going on around her truly fulfilled her happiness.
By Auburn Dawn8 years ago in Poets
Define beauty. In a sense, beauty is a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form... all of which pleases sight. Shape. Beauty needs shape.
By Sydney robinson8 years ago in Poets
Branches dancing in the gentle breeze Showing their pickings to the birds and bees Sunlight warming the blooming crop As juicy fruits are ready to drop
By Michelle Bridges8 years ago in Poets
The streetlight reflects the glow of the freshly fallen snow Softly packed clouds drifting down as the wind blows As I walk towards the moon it follows me around
Not a leaf left on it now, No green or gold on creaking bough. No rustles as the wind runs through; Whispered words to me, from you.
By Samuel Allen8 years ago in Poets
Drifting away Like a leaf in the autumn wind Floating, floating No destination in mind Wondering wondering Far away, no where to be found
By Maria Peacock8 years ago in Poets
