An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Lightening never strikes twice Lightening never strikes twice It hits once and moves on Wind cuts sharp through the silence
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
Amethyst Stopped My Panic Attacks I bought it for my panic attacks not for beauty not for luck just to stop the world from spinning
The light takes over. My energy clears. Now I can open my eyes.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden10 days ago in Poets
Please! Please! Go away Please don't stay Don’t make me cry today No, don’t want to be in bed all day You hurt in the worst way
By L.I.E10 days ago in Poets
Sometimes our imagination runs wild when we don't know the fun of life ! The danger that lies in front of us - beside us or in the world that nothing can stop us !?
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
At a suggestion by Cathy Holmes based on one of my instagram posts of red clouds over Fenham I have written this sad villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Poets
Once upon a time there was a woman who loved trees. When she, her husband, & three boys moved to a new home, she decided to plant at least one new tree in their yard every year.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock11 days ago in Poets
Red Twilight’s Embrace As night descends with a crimson glow, The sky ablaze with hues below. Dark clouds drift in a fiery sea,
By George’s Girl 2026 11 days ago in Poets
Forests of the Hawaiian islands are quiet today for eight distinct extinct songs have all died away. Their disappearances have broken the biological sound of “sacred lands.”
By Travis Dylan11 days ago in Poets
Moby Dick. The Whale. Jonah's three days. Take your pick. Nights and days in chasing death. "“And I felt saddest of all when I read the boring chapters that were only descriptions of whales, because I knew that the author was just trying to save us from his own sad story, just for a little while.”
By Diana11 days ago in Poets
Here she comes again Not knocking but slipping gently through windows ajar, Resting in the quiet corners of the day, Making me smile as I walk along.
By angela 11 days ago in Poets
