An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I think my new favorite time lives inside a post-stormy sky when the day’s definitely gone but it’s still not night not quite
By Kira Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Hollow is your silent grave, Tied down to guilt you must muster all your strength and be brave, Spent and cold you suffer all alone,
By Wulfwaru the Lonely Writer8 years ago in Poets
Where dew meets leaf And chill meets bone Morning is where I call home Sun brings to touch The darkened dead This is where I lay my head
By Max Messick8 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet & elusive, Something that will not be held. Something that simply IS, (And is present) And can be kept but faintly,
By J.E. Hinrichs8 years ago in Poets
The warmth of the sun, Is where all the tiny wildflowers find the most fun, The twang purples of the lavender, The fragrance of the earth is my reminder.
You're floating and your mind is clear. You let the movement of the ocean rock you with her comforting arms, and let the waves cover you like a blanket. You feel at peace.
By Lisa Rees8 years ago in Poets
Trees Every so often when I am feeling down, you give me the strength to look up to your glory. The beauty of your essence makes me feel whole.
By Nubiana Jay8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes at murky lake with the tall tales Breaking a green sealant on runny marsh Some endure, some only submerge Others go deep below into darkness
By bethany alice8 years ago in Poets
The animals chirp and play in the trees As I walk through the calm autumn breeze Such a lovely day, the sun shines down leaves are turning and falling to the ground.
By Tracey K8 years ago in Poets
A whistle in the wood, she walks. A silence in the soul, she strays. A mirage in the mire, she wanders. Skies grow vast and dark.
By Breanna Sahr8 years ago in Poets
As the clock steadily tick-tocks, we’re reminded of our dreams like the morning dew drops The sun peaks and for a moment time stops, we realize the power of the sunrise is the power of our thoughts
By impeccablyHER .8 years ago in Poets
It is the colours of the sky It was the rays of the sun It was the white in the clouds It is the thin air It was the pink trees
By Vittoria Zerbini8 years ago in Poets
