An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Each Soul Oh dreary evening Some thoughts need forgiving I can't keep tipping My anger and frustration I try the best I can
By Samuel Noble8 years ago in Poets
Alone, I walked between the trees long past the trail. I decided that. I reached my hand to caress the plant below me. “I made a new friend,” I murmured to myself.
By aqua nerine8 years ago in Poets
Swallow me whole. Down into the Earth and life-giving Death below, Why? Because... I want to be part of your everything, even though compared to you I am nothing.
By Hector Castaneda8 years ago in Poets
I am in love with Winter the winter I've never touched the cold dust perfume that sits in the crevices of mountains the chill that is graced upon my frostbitten soul
By Lyss M.8 years ago in Poets
Now all my life swelling together, Waiting for the perfect moment to just condense in its immensity and explode. I can feel the air of the tides of change coming; this time I know they're coming.
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery.
By Lynn Stadel8 years ago in Poets
I love the way the leaves dance around the garden. The garden awaits their yearly arrival, like an empty dance floor anticipates its footfall.
By Clare Freeman8 years ago in Poets
The stars in the sky Are nothing Compared to The moon or sun But without The stars The sky Just wouldn’t be The same
By Alannah8 years ago in Poets
Still, murky water engulfs my body in these hypnotic hands Bronze fingers dig deep scars into my rib cage, trapping my torso
By Andrew Schrader8 years ago in Poets
It lasts all through September. Not to mention enchanting flowers, that reflect a purple tinge, and help to declare the ripeness of the year.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Steady... The paved certainty came to an abrupt halt with not one absolute promise offered. Trusting the unknown can only seem an omen in the established existence.
By Who8 years ago in Poets
I may be part of the Earth and thus feeling the same things. As the Earth is stolen from and left to grow back its vegetation, the living organisms on the Earth take what they need while the Earth stays left to make itself whole again.
By Leyla D8 years ago in Poets
