An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Brown leaves brings times of dreaming Foggy morning on the hillside across the way The ghosts dance in the graveyard Safe in the sweaters holding you tight in the chills embrace
By K ➶8 years ago in Poets
As the brightness of the morning wakes me up from my tent you can see the sun overlooking the valley as it rises The rooster crowing the arising morning as its way of keeping times
By Sarah Elizabeth8 years ago in Poets
Fall is coming bringing happiness and joy. Pumpkins and festivies cover the town's. Kids cheering with glee that Halloween is coming around.
By Poetry Girl8 years ago in Poets
to feed the screaming mind, read even. to ease the screaming mind, read odd. part II. 1. never. never let fear hold you back,
By Caden DeWeerdt8 years ago in Poets
How sedimentary of us to never experiment with our actions. Continually, we carry out the same routine, content with the comfort of normalcy.
By Erem .8 years ago in Poets
Nights like tonight call for a little bit of Tupelo Honey and stargazing, and getting high off of candid memories. Remembering you here with me, I start
By Virginia Whiddon8 years ago in Poets
Autumn is the start of when all the leaves off the trees start turning beautiful colours from red, gold, and brown. Along with prickly conkers cracking and popping. Through the days the leaves start to sway and float to the ground spreading along the gorgeous path with the crunchy leaves and branches snapping.
By Jessie8 years ago in Poets
The light of day is what keeps one sane Very few know, what keeps them from the rain The city takes for granted what it has
By Jose Mikalauskas8 years ago in Poets
A cacophony of unnatural and natural, Crashing waves and screams collide, Groans of protest of a great ship, Despair of those who nature denied.
By Tristan Crosby8 years ago in Poets
The sky exists everywhere. No smaller nor bigger to any side of the world. Sometimes us humans can't help but stare. So long and wide, it seems to give off pride.
Verse 1 Suffering has taught me to love For in the depths of my sorrow I saw the glory of truth in testament In the pretty bird in the firmament
By Zachary Michael8 years ago in Poets
“20 sticks line diagonal In my little civic vehicle That object which propels me From point A to point B. B plus is my blood type -
By S Sad8 years ago in Poets
