An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
On certain nights the moon needs a change, Quietly the bright white circle does rearrange, Changing into half the circle it was before,
By Shelly Bartley8 years ago in Poets
I don't want to be a human anymore I think that there's something more in store If I go up north to explore I want to be a penguin
By Bird Xreal8 years ago in Poets
You are the perfect embodiment of Mother Nature Skin dark and moist like the rich soil of our motherland, yet glistening like the stars that people wish upon
By F.A.E8 years ago in Poets
My dad is obsessed with rain. Constantly checking his gauge, measuring how many inches poured from the sky the night before.
By Ann Marie8 years ago in Poets
Recovery is like early spring. Once dormant and dead, As the snow melts, And the sun shines brighter, A flower pushes its way through the cracks of a sidewalk,
By Carrielee Crenshaw8 years ago in Poets
Stripped of all human traits, And deprived from God's presence, They howl like savaged Wolves, Well, their souls atleast,
By ItzAMarkz _8 years ago in Poets
When I'm sad or hopeless, I dream of a place. A place where the sun shines so bright that the usual blue fog turns into variant shades of
By Auta Kind8 years ago in Poets
For I hear the beating of the drums Boom boom boom boom For I hear their cries and chants With the drums Boom boom boom boom
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever dreamed of being a tree? With roots that grew six feet underground, and although you felt alone there were always other trees around.
By Ber Allen8 years ago in Poets
Raising my wings I stretched as the golden rays of the vibrant Sun defines the dawn hits the forest with luminous hue
By Biyanke' K8 years ago in Poets
I once was asked, “what does the universe taste like?” At the time I answered, “stars.” However if I were to be asked again, “what does the universe taste like?”
By Siena Dini8 years ago in Poets
You stay planted on the ground with such insight and vigor. Your roots run farther than my mind can wonder or deliver. I pondered if you'd chase me.
By Dexter Sims8 years ago in Poets
