An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I wonder what it would be like… December without the winter snow. The way one snowflake would land on my glove, And quickly disappear like a magical trick.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
The quiet, faint — peaceful — time of daybreak, when the Mourning Doves begin their melancholy tune and When the heavy haze of the twilight lifts
By Eyn Ione8 years ago in Poets
By: Maxwell I. Gold I have thoughts where in darkness they dwell, inside the cosmic voids which quell, my heart and mind to see, what I want to truly be. This is my declaration, of writ and rhyme, burning bright forever in time.
By TheWeirdPoet8 years ago in Poets
Sprites and flowers surround me as I start to fall. Guess I should have refused the tea. I turn from tall to short and big to small, never to be set free.
By Alanda Renshaw8 years ago in Poets
As we drove along the winding interstate the world sat quietly. It watched from the sidelines and shaded our path. The tires spun with anticipation
By Kate E8 years ago in Poets
The swaying of trees when a gush of wind blows. He makes everything beautiful. The moving of clouds when the rain is about to come.
By Elanena White8 years ago in Poets
As I lay in the sun, I wish It would just burn this turmoil Growing Inside of me. Like an evergreen tree it grows Faster
By Shayna Barrett8 years ago in Poets
The only way you can get to me is if you swim through the ocean of my tears Swim through my brokenness and swim through my fears
By Dominique Lewis8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes the crickets cry out in hopes of summer's return. They fiercely scrape friction into the smoldering cells that
By Adam Jackson8 years ago in Poets
The Double-sided Coin : I. life is the moon to your ocean I I. it pulls And pushes You in the direction that It chooses.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
The night air rolls in around 4 and I wake up to the dream that was day The time when I itch for something worthwhile to do
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
Consider the Tree Colorful leaves dancing graceful and free, Atop an indomitable trunk, At least that’s what you see. But who takes the time,
By Jaclyn Moore8 years ago in Poets
