An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Dear Luna, I fear You may be The only one who sees me Under your light I have cried 1000 nights And this evening is no different
By G.3 months ago in Poets
Even if the morning’s full of gray, Light a rainbow deep within your soul! Even if your courage fades away, Every turn will lead you to the goal.
By Erian Lin Grant3 months ago in Poets
I have been desperate to believe in something since I was a little girl bereft of family stories . (those don’t get passed on
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA3 months ago in Poets
Morning dew still clings, crane’s cry cleaves the hush of dawn, autumn breath exhales.
By Printique Studios3 months ago in Poets
Sharing the night with something special, watching you rise above the skyline. Like a romantic setting, the moon is beautiful,
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 months ago in Poets
A Deep Dark Night in the Jungle A deep dark night in the jungle breathes, Where vines hang low like secret dreams, And creatures whisper through the shadows,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
This is a double acrostic (shadow) poem. The air feels thin, calm, sharp, frozen works of art. Hoarfrost appears on cold nights, we sit by the hearth.
By Darla M Seely3 months ago in Poets
My Beloved moon, I stand under your iridescent light, in awe. Your beauty enchants me, your silver glow bathing me in such serenity.
By Jennisea Redfield3 months ago in Poets
The Sky Forgot Blue This morning, the heavens wore borrowed gray shoes, a sepia ceiling that swallowed the views. The gulls looked like erasers smudging the light,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
We were the trees Sturdy on the land We gave life to one another We lived hand in hand The core of us the tree trunks
By Raine Fielder3 months ago in Poets
Nocturne in Bare Feet The house exhaled; I slipped the clock and wandered off the sheet, Let midnight find its lullaby in nocturne, bare of feet.
