An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The bustle of people The rustle of the wind Oh the autumn trees Some blue paints the sky With hues of red and orange Oh the autumn trees
By Bethy Faber7 years ago in Poets
Green palace calls you Into the soul to deeper place Listen to the secret sound Which is inside you On a white misty road
By E. NATASHA7 years ago in Poets
One day Sun decided to teach Moon, Said dear darling Moon I will empower you with knowledge which will make you shine, You will shine so brightly that people will love you,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
I wish it was summer... I wish it was stunning outside, the heat on your skin and the slight cold chill of air I wish we're on summer vacation
By Katerina James7 years ago in Poets
I watched a leaf fall off the tree and flutter to the ground. Its scarlet color slightly stained with little spots of brown.
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
The fields become cluttered, From the harsh prairie breeze When the leaves change color; When they fall from the trees
By Mitch H7 years ago in Poets
Waves crash And foam bubbles It fills me with serenity. The bank soft and sandy, Invites me to its bed Where I contemplate eternity.
There was a little lady bug, As harmless as can be. She wanted somebug to love her, But couldn’t find any you see. She left the safety of her home
The walk, the view, the thought of the woods carry a rich feeling A warm comfort adjusted to become eerie once within its temple
By Abstract Of The Mind7 years ago in Poets
The wind blows, the rain falls. The sky darkens, the birds chirp. All the sounds of nature fill my room. I watch how the flowers bloom.
By Erica M7 years ago in Poets
I only have one. I'm not blocked by roofs, awnings, or sills because I can see the whole of things... The way the blue stretches over the glass sphere like a stretch of sheet.
By Christine Poling7 years ago in Poets
Foolishly mad to try ashamed sheepish ignominious So do we feel So do we act Impossible to elucidate this bewitching social orchestra like a gri-gri
By Isabelle Dubé7 years ago in Poets
