An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I. After the rain, will the streets be clear? Or will the waters, deep and dark, sweep everything away? II. If the road’s clear,
By Dean Traylor22 days ago in Poets
weatherman said that snow is coming, but i'm on the couch, still waiting.
By Alexandria Stanwyck22 days ago in Poets
I Exhaled, While Walking Through The Park, Anticipation Flooded My Heart Underneath The Shallow Stars I Dreamt Of A Moment Like This…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)22 days ago in Poets
If I wake at 6:00 am, will I need to be on the farm! The places that no person would ever dear to - love is an illusion...
By 365poetry22 days ago in Poets
***** Intro: I would give "anything" to change.............. Please just look me, in my face!! Tell me, everything will be okay - just tell me!!
My first kiss - it was nothing, a piece of rock, that sorta looks like a FROG! My first encounter with, let's say, the "genitals" - it was like an episode of Star Trek, and "SPROCK", has no home, who had perhaps felt like some cockroaches, I don't know!
There was a storm last night. With a wind that blew leaves away from the trees with blaring whispers. The rain that knocked on the glass of the windows
By Benny22 days ago in Poets
Migrating swans graze green fields dotted in white splotches snowy peak backdrop Copyright © 1/31/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin
By Andrea Corwin 22 days ago in Poets
I have never been to Japan, yet I am drawn to its life philosophies, to the beauty of its countryside. I read its cultures,
By Seema Patel22 days ago in Poets
Our Poem a Day in February (PaDiF) starts tomorrow I was able to borrow a wolf photo from an artist, I know that looked like the photo above and below
By Denise E Lindquist22 days ago in Poets
One redhead alights mossy branch in winter's sun quiet pecking free
By PK Colleran22 days ago in Poets
There is a rhythm to the world that sends me shamefaced to stand in front of the egg section of the dairy aisle in the dark days of December each year.
By Natalie Wilkinson23 days ago in Poets
