An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Rain, rain, go away I’m here but for a short while To bask in the sun Sugar works, sweet drinks I work more or less in the
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Blindingly honest Integral at heart Joyful with warmth Like a sweet summers tart ‘Tis exotic and fruity Doth it have no end?
By Ellis Hughes7 years ago in Poets
I took a quick step over the delta To take a closer look at the rocks The waves barely brushed them And my feet were dry
I wish I was leaf that was floating free As it rains and shines and flies like a bee Erratic in the wind yet gentle on the ground
Trickle down, sweet January dew Into the cracks that the window hides Unlocking her unique tapestries At once ancient blueprints and brand new
walking along the wooded path i thrush and thrash the grass away— i see decay in every way. i hum a sweet tune and— think of June;
By Eliza Gayle7 years ago in Poets
The sound rose from the clock, I quickly got up. Stop it! I cried. Through the window I saw, fog. Still there for me, to say Good Morning.
By Sagar Panwar7 years ago in Poets
The ruby rose slowly lost her color Day by day. She became lifeless and frail. She was slowly losing her petals thinking of the frightful past.
By Tatiana Leon7 years ago in Poets
It comes when least expected. Like a sniper perched atop their vantage point. You never see it coming until it's too late.
By Brandon Branch7 years ago in Poets
I sit inside, under the sheet, in bed. The cold grasps the window with mighty hands, Tap, tap, tapping against the pane it said
By Spencer Barrett7 years ago in Poets
She calls to me in the breeze Sending whispers of who I am As I'm high in the trees My feet caught in the sand I feel her beneath my fingers
By Ellen Gibson7 years ago in Poets
This quiet REST LESS NESS that permeates the atmosphere Those in-be-tween days Marked by grey cold cloudless skies Not a flake
By C. Alphenia7 years ago in Poets
