An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The leaves are silver and gold Dancing in the light of the universe. When they fall from their parents arms And fall to the frozen ground of winter
By MRG8 years ago in Poets
The crisp air blows throughout my little town, the one that I call home. It sends a shiver through my body and permeates the layers of warmth
By Alexis Rogers8 years ago in Poets
The abundance of leaves crunch and crackle as I walk down the never ending path lined with trees, sustaining only a handful of foliage:
If winds were to speak What might they say? Give us sage advice? Count hours in a day? Would they be playful, Smart, funny, kind?
By Irene Proudman8 years ago in Poets
Birds do not belong in cages, their wings are there as proof, they belong to fly up high, higher than your roof. Birds do not belong in cages trapped behind those bars, they belong to sour up high right next to twinkling stars.
By Andriea Munkelt8 years ago in Poets
I am this creaky house on the beach.Weathered and ready to be swept out to sea — These four walls don’t hold up a home — There’s no heart here.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Body's geography Every scar is known to you Every limb you've held of mine Every tear that has talked you've caught Every darkness that has surrounded me
By Hannah Mendenhall8 years ago in Poets
Do you hear my voice when You hear summer's sweet song? The blooming flowers whisper syllables And they start to sound like my name before long.
By Jade Domone8 years ago in Poets
There is a fiend in my home named Nico di Angelo He is a rather bipolar mackerel tabby cat In the mornings when I awake he calls for my love
By Andrea Lozano8 years ago in Poets
Soft snow, white as doves as it neatly falls The sun, its blanket gloomy cloud cover Or if it shines, its glint shimmering calls
By Zoe Dalley8 years ago in Poets
I keep having this dream I had it again last night A desert road Always the same one The air dry and hot Perfect I can breathe here
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
you are everything ever created in this world you are the little boy running through the park and his mother chasing after
By Erin Shannon8 years ago in Poets
