An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Minute glinting speckled diamonds surface in the sand concealing my ankles as beach's drenched brown layers cool my steamy feet.
By Linda Balboni8 years ago in Poets
Yellow flowers on a train track, Somewhere in Germany - Graffiti on the side-streets. Dawn light seeps through the windows
By Dakota King8 years ago in Poets
On the way to work, I saw an interesting sight. Although it was clearly day, this image represented the night. Like the darkened voids I've come to know so well.
By Paul Crocker8 years ago in Poets
I've noticed one thing when reading past work. There's an animal that drove the poets beserk. It's a reoccuring thing. And it had the burdens of the world on its wings.
They are the admirals of the skies. See how triumphantly it flies. While patrolling coasts. They proudly boast a presence which you can't deny.
we built Us with a capital U a treehouse in a blue winter wood (the one we stumbled upon together in the dead center of our clasped hands)
By M.L. Sukala8 years ago in Poets
Waves crash against the shore, endlessly, forever more. Each one a twin to a million other, identical to its next-door brother.
By Phoenixica248 years ago in Poets
A son of man No; son of sam Transforming all strife On a journey through life Softly, seeking some meaning Searching and Keening
By Ethan Stiles8 years ago in Poets
They say the rose is the flower of romance. That its appearence can put you into a trance. With good reason this fact is known.
Can you hear the calling through the woodland maze? The original sound leaves but the echo stays. You follow it through winding trails.
Shady people lonely nights Bad days and nothing's right Rain clouds follow you No one seems to follow through With plans made because they're involving you
By Marcus Davis8 years ago in Poets
On the river bank, they wait like brooding clouds, waiting to rain. Staring at me with dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul with pain.
