Ode

Lentilicious & Berry Blissed.
In a pan of gold, where butter sways, Garlic sings in fragrant praise, Mushrooms dance, and peppers glow, Spinach wilts in twilight’s show.
By Test10 months ago in Poets
At the Edge
Standing at the brink, At the edge of this beautiful, dangerous cliff, I am overwhelmed. My heart bursts with many thoughts,
By Klauslafo10 months ago in Poets
"Keep up the good work, Karma."
It's only real when it happens to THEM. They victim blame, and victim shame, when society's most vulnerable hit bottom. Conversely, they're the first to cry foul, pass the buck, and play the victim each time they're hoisted by their own self-centered, self-serving, and self-destructive, petards.
By Chris Z10 months ago in Poets
Forest Bathing
You must have heard of Shinrin-yoku — the Japanese philosophy of forest bathing. It says our wellbeing needs ample nature.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
The Keepers
Keep them in fear That's always best for them. Find something new that will really test 'em. * Keep them all occupied with things that are bad,
By Simon Aylward10 months ago in Poets
Lifeguard to the Damned
+This lifeguard stand was right down from us on the shoreline last night when my wife and I went to the beach to photograph the full pink moon. I figured a little enhancement could make it really nice as a backdrop. This pic makes me want to write a poem about a heartbroken and forlorn lifeguard suffering from guilt after not managing to save someone. So melancholy and lonely.
By Andrew C McDonald10 months ago in Poets
COASTAL VORTEX. Top Story - April 2025.
sometimes i dream of the coast, the fountain of my youth, where the sky swells dark and heavy and raindrops plop against the waves, each one gentle as a mother’s kiss
By angela hepworth10 months ago in Poets
The End
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
You Don’t Like Me
You don’t like me You only like the fiction in your mind You don’t know me You only show me the likable version of you
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Project
It’s an effervescent antidepressant When you can’t pay your rent Money whores stripping us of everything As we cling to our last life line to reality
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
As My Kids Are Budding Naturalists
My kids are nature-smart because I put effort into it. I teach them mindfulness. I talk about nature topics
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Don't Act So Busy
Don’t feign being so busy that you can’t.. admire the azalea and the pigment pattern of senescent leaves on strawberry trees.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets