An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Leaves falling upon the ground, Silently without a sound, Yellow, red, orange and a golden brown, Creating a carpet that has just been laid down.
By DAVID PRIOR9 years ago in Poets
She descended slowly from the heavens, On a starlit night in the misty mountains. She brought flowers in her dark tresses,
By Kashyap Patel9 years ago in Poets
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
By Colin Hope9 years ago in Poets
A plague of humans, Infesting the Earth, They cannot stop breeding, That is their curse. The human plague, Has become so grave,
The leaves are crisp and the air is sulphur filled. We get cold easily and feel very chilled. Trees are naked in the morning dew.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Layers of blues and greys, Interweave and interline, Effervesce and intertwine. Chalky horizons of crayola greys Of fingerpainted clouds and tormented waves
By Kate Rothwell9 years ago in Poets
So summer is ending, hope you did everything you wanted or planned. Fishing, camping, family road trip, sat out enjoying your BBQ and a cold one.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Wholesome seeds planted in dusky soil, Nature will reflect their inner turmoil. Some grow to be flowers which bloom every day,
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
Nursing a rhyme In the nursery of time Flying superfine pendulums As I radiate compendiums Of solace in solitude-soliloquies
By Conjury9 years ago in Poets
A wish is a dish On a hook for a fish Who forgot he had What he thought he missed Missed he may What was in the bay
to watch the dance of leaf and branch floating on a windy breeze puts me in a place where tired shoulders can finally be at ease
By Cindy Beitinger9 years ago in Poets
In the sky the night begins, In the past of broken dreams. The sun will rise a new day begins, The future is yet to be. Dreams are yet to come,
By Alisha Casteel9 years ago in Poets
