An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I am the moment you read this, existing in thoughts and dreams, but I am the reality that is today. You are the texture of the life
By S.8 years ago in Poets
The sky is darkened by the clouds in my mind. The air is sticky, the wind stings, the salt in the breeze scrapes my cheeks.
By Wandering Wayta8 years ago in Poets
In the middle of the day When The sun is at its high When everyone is at the pool They day no one can stay at home The hottest day of the year
By Lalala Maclemore8 years ago in Poets
Do not break my branches, do not destroy my soul, Taking me from Formby would leave a gaping hole. Do not saw my trunk, and do not break my heart,
By Holly Bushnell8 years ago in Poets
The harvest caravan is passing by, The men in tractor-trucks, pursuing yields … Across the miles of plains, their trade to ply
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
Somewhere between a Harvest Moon And an Empty, Dark Space I blindly stumbled into my destiny. My soul uncontrollably bellows out
By Mary Bobik8 years ago in Poets
The skies were a bit too yellow And the seas, a bit more blue Some of it was false, While the rest of it was true It was summer; the mercury went north
By Gulraj Bedi8 years ago in Poets
Thank you, Summer, thanks for the long days and warm nights thank you for the sea salt smell for all the tan lines and the good times
By Isabella S8 years ago in Poets
“Our blood vessels, Like mother Earth worms; Pulsing and Rejuvenating With each passing Of invisible Clear time.
By S Sad8 years ago in Poets
the arrival of autumn is subtle- it can ONLY be detected by the naked soul. autumn’s arrival tends to be overshadowed by the obnoxious conclusion of summer.
By becca bean8 years ago in Poets
the earth embraces autumn like a lover- selfishly pulling a soft blanket over to her side in the night. a beautiful death, a decay-
Morning current, no match for me Paddle against it, paddle, paddle, paddle Rest on the water, go with the flow Wherever the water takes me, that’s where I’ll go
By Lisi L.8 years ago in Poets
