An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I. The Mirror Isnβt Me (Philosophical β AABB) . I look into the mirrorβs face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Poets
πͺππ ππ π»πππ In my youth I rested under the arms of your branches Beneath the scent of your perfume none matches
By Salwa Samra3 months ago in Poets
Lustering scarlet like the Burning Bush in autumn, Mama was audacious in her lifetime. Unmatched in the beauty of her gaze, her mind, and her heart ... Then
By Khoi Verona3 months ago in Poets
I keep you in a bowl I made one late November night. With thumbs that didnβt trust themselves and wrists that held on tight.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The day thins out to parchment by the lane, A milky sun hangs low, without much gain. The air has teeth that test my naked throat.
Today was the last day of Indian Summer in Western North Carolina, land of mountains, rivers, and trees. I wanted to make love out in nature, under the birch, oaks, and pines,
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
β¨ A towered power of majesty, do you see stories of Glory? β¨ β¨
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
The councilmen have chosen, soon I'm to be hoisted, up to their fiery stares, they pull me close and whisper the great secret of our kind, ones of fire, ones of life.
By Kera Hollow3 months ago in Poets
The trees are almost bare, their branches stretched out widely, like they are trying to hang on to that one last shimmer of the sun.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Poets
As the edges of my nose harden red, and the smooth debris of phlegm demand an exit, as a cough scratches the back walls of my soft throat,
The Green Man He watched the woods Leaves in his beard Eyes deep with age Calm in his breath Branches curled round him
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Dark Light Dark light calling Shadows leaning in Your breath near mine Heat rising slow You teased the dark Pulled me closer
