An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In summer, the saddest thing I have found, is one who, in taking wing for the first time, has fallen into deep water for too long,
By Natalie Wilkinson14 days ago in Poets
Fragile daylight Cowers from encroaching night Crouched at the edge of autumn glaze . Summer scorch Has blazed its last and died
By Matthew Batham14 days ago in Poets
The pines stand as indifferent sentinels. I carve my path, but the wind is a careless thief, stealing my tracks before they prove I walked this earth.
By Archery Owl 14 days ago in Poets
fallen autumn leaf I can watch it for so long blessed with nature love Note: See the fallen leaf. Isn’t it mesmerizing, with its lovely pigmentations. Happiness comes in such small moments, in simple appreciation of nature.
By Seema Patel14 days ago in Poets
The Day the Sky Turned Nice Again I remember that morning so clearly, when the sky softened and opened wide, no more heavy clouds pressing down,
By George’s Girl 2026 14 days ago in Poets
Molecules transform Dawn pierces the veil Even idols breathe K.B. Silver
By K.B. Silver 14 days ago in Poets
she wondered what it would be like if she stepped into her poem would she appear and become or merely blend into the scenery
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden14 days ago in Poets
Introduction This is a dansa for two friends setting up home together. You probably know who I am talking about. The music is "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 14 days ago in Poets
I seriously thought I was his type !? You know the person that is "BITTER" because I have NO fight !? I seriously believed I was her type, the miserable piece of "twat" that has NO home !?
By 365poetry14 days ago in Poets
Remember - I can't ... that's a word !!! Remember - I will never ... those are words !!!! Remember - you are NOT something ... that's the problem !!!
dandelion herb not a weed but resilience source of inspiration. Note: The world may call a dandelion a weed, but to me, it is a source of inspiration. It reminds me to be resilient and to adapt.
Turtles have hard shells and soft backs *** I watched as they scrambled Over each other In that bright red plastic bucket
By Michele Nampalli15 days ago in Poets
