An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
grounded in memory, carried by change, soothed by rest;
By kp2 months ago in Poets
The fire burns in those last moments... That last breath as you pass the torch from flesh to spirit That flame burns when you have to say goodbye
By Connor Mudie2 months ago in Poets
Burning heart flows tragically, Heat I watch from skies above. I know this is the end for me, Yet I wonder at the melting heavens.
By Elizabeth Butler2 months ago in Poets
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat2 months ago in Poets
In the twilight of the world, a blaze, fierce and unfettered, captures hearts like soft callings, veils the night in orange exhalations,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
The root is where my heart starts and grew —- My heart beats, my veins flow, my blood rise… it went through my soul, entirely—
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 months ago in Poets
It is so profound how I don't think about it anymore. With nature on its way out I packed melancholy into an airtight jar and put it on the shelf beside the jar
By Gerry Thibeault2 months ago in Poets
Your memory smells like rain — soft, familiar, almost holy. It drifts through open windows and curls around my coffee cup,
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Poets
I am flying through the sky You see me passing by I am crying on the ground And I make a booming sound Just to warn you that I am here
By Domi2 months ago in Poets
The Stone Faces I wandered through a garden where silence had weight, Where four stone faces watched with unreadable eyes,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Inside the quiet little shop, the boy polished clocks tirelessly, even ones that ticked perfectly fine. People wondered why he bothered,
By Akmal95Jr2 months ago in Poets
She wandered into the forest, expecting silence, but instead feeling unseen company. Leaves rustled like greetings, branches leaned closer,
