An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
knew it, when scarecrow stood frazzled dusted in white and the stalks bent down
By Mark Francis3 months ago in Poets
The sky thins out to porcelain and lead. Streetlights bloom early, halos soft and red. A hush drops low between the telephone wires.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Dear Full Moon Some will swoon I was hoping by noon you will be a balloon nothing more than a halfmoon ~ Atleast every third moon
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Poets
Muse of all muses Surrounded by night Adorned with the stars A luminous beauty bright A muse with many faces
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash3 months ago in Poets
The night you left us My world went dark My life as I knew it was over, gone A void was left, that can never be filled
Unmasked by Rain The storm came down the narrow street, soft-footed, oddly sweet; It tapped on every shuttered thought and pooled around my feet.
The stabbing ache in my bones swells to unbearable degrees I drag into the 3 am night, stepping onto the lawn stinging wet with autumn's dew
By Kate Mueth3 months ago in Poets
Dad was entertained by the squirrels in his yard. He would sit on his back porch and watch them scurry through the limbs of the oaks and across the leafy lawn for hours. He had one in particular that he had befriended.
By Janice Mathis3 months ago in Poets
Luna, Where are you tonight? My eyes scour the heavens, where darkening clouds obscure you from my sight White light cuts a scar in the sky,
There's a crisp smell to the air That tickles my nose Goosebumps my bare skin, Turns my cheeks rosey. The first day of cold
By Jaimie3 months ago in Poets
O Grandmother who never sleeps, you've been hanging there longer than truth itself - watching our small and stubborn movements,
By E.S.Flint 3 months ago in Poets
To my travel companion, the overseeing moon I see you every dark morning as I travel to work Sometimes you are small and sometimes large
By Sarah Danaher3 months ago in Poets
