An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I hail from a hailless land, Like a flea hopped on a hairless head, Missing misting misanthropic, Balding scalding showers.
By Lucas Joanis8 years ago in Poets
She was a sweet girl full of splendor. Her hair was made from the finest spider silk and Her skin was the texture of brown bricks.
By Ariana Valencia8 years ago in Poets
What we know as the Golden State turns black It’s already started, there’s no going back Greed fueled by money made from the trees they cut down
By Georgia Bence8 years ago in Poets
Of the unspoken emotions That we reflect in a fight, Of the innocent intents Howling out of our souls Lies our light, For we know what WE are made of
By Sanjana Tripathi8 years ago in Poets
The Y In all sex chromosomes are some genes in our pseudoautosomal parts, Essential for development that’s normal from the start.
By Julie Murrow8 years ago in Poets
As the day ends See the heavenly sun Witness it lie down Did you hear that Whisper of the waves Inhale the aroma of salt
By Badger Yellowbird8 years ago in Poets
I sit here by my front window, I look outside to see the rain beating the glass, I see the color gray that covers the sky,
By Spril8 years ago in Poets
Sun rays lay on us comfortably In parks and buses Even windows can't distinguish the bond Between body and heat. Our hearts move in sync with the love for dogs
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Low rumbles from the stream cause tingling sensations in our ears Whilst the flock of birds and people sitting outside the cafe seem to be talking and sharing beers.
The moon sits silently on the mountaintop It’s voice unheard on heights afar Look past the light of the sunny drop And hear the cry from an unhealed scar
By Saturn Aurora8 years ago in Poets
My heart races, it’s always racing. Like a high powered, turbo fuelled sports car or a chaotic sports day – Racing. My chest thuds like an axe cutting into a motherly oak, nature sighs and wishes
By Harvey McKenzie8 years ago in Poets
Admittedly, these verses are not true haiku. True haiku is not meant to rhyme and good haiku elicits emotion in the reader.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
