An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Meet me at the time the moon shines the brightest in the night sky, Maybe then you will see the beauty that I see, Just maybe you'll feel the only sense of peace that I know.
By Mariah Alarcon8 years ago in Poets
howling at a full and pungent moon darkness is the night wrapped around me like a cool blanket I see through the wolves sight
By Sonya Schnare8 years ago in Poets
The sun it rose like a steady dream Floating gently on the stream Giving life a freshness to enjoy And asking the flowers oh so coy
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
Family is supposed to be our safe haven, but very often it's the place where we find the deepest heartache When you grow up near the Great Salt Lake, family values are nearly impossible to forsake
By Mickey Larsen8 years ago in Poets
In the darkness valley deep I lay to rest in sublime sleep To watch the world drift back to black And hear the voices stop their attack
The purpose of this prose Does suppose that the rose Knows not what it's doing Or even the beauty it evokes As the roots soaks up sweet liquid
Bubble: Refraction A nebula Crafting only Ocean stars Swaying As softly as the calm And burning As brightly as the current
By Auztin Mumby8 years ago in Poets
I wonder if the petals of the flowers know, I wonder if the bees have heard, I wonder if the ancient oaks are praying. I think they must, the way they
By Carver Bain8 years ago in Poets
Bright white light Across the night sky's backdrop In accompanying ensemble Wind, trees, oceans below Join in the chorus
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
There's something beautiful about disaster, about how the rain pours from the sky, and the clouds move with the thunder and lighting,
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
When winter falls I hope to see Snow outside my window Glistening bright Through heaven's light It's a perfect sight to see
By Summer Sunset8 years ago in Poets
my life my very existence—is made of memories of moments each one unique exclusive much like these leaves they are fed
By Madeline Gassman8 years ago in Poets
