An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I asked the ground what it remembered of me from the years before I learned to stand upright. It held the silence too long, as if sorting through its archives for a version of me long forgotten.
By Shannon Hilson2 months ago in Poets
Roots dig deep, while branches reach high Spreading to the future and anchors to the past Our lives between the earth and sky
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
Fall and Thanksgiving times, and we see scarecrows of all sorts: wearing jeans, burlap, straw hats, made of all other materials,
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
I wish I could say I am excited for the new year. I have high hopes, my skills will be valued, will earn more, get caring friends and travel a lot.
That autumn morning, after breakfast, me and little son set out to do what we love most, neighborhood walks.
Beneath the willow tree I rest and marvel at all its leaves have seen Memories incarnate of when this was meadow
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Poets
in the dim w~a~t~e~r, she learns his currents before they even move— a creature built to understand what she can’t afford.
By Komal2 months ago in Poets
“Tell me, what is the point?” My soul cries on dark days When the heaviness drags at my bones. “Is it worth going on?
By Jessica Dowding2 months ago in Poets
Hold me tight as I begin to grow. May enough earth hold me? I hope so. Hold me tight as the winds blow. Though some of us may fall,
By Heather Kaspar2 months ago in Poets
Snowflakes are small and white, like tiny magic petals drifting from the sky. Ice-crystal wings shimmer as they fall— too delicate for the naked eye to truly catch.
By Safiyah Sayani2 months ago in Poets
What are my roots and values? Are they the same thing or not? I think that they are the same... question that leaves me in thought.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 months ago in Poets
grounded in memory, carried by change, soothed by rest;
By kp2 months ago in Poets
