An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When I lived in the city, years ago, I discovered a little tree that had sprouted through the pavement in a parking lot behind a dry cleaning business and was thus exposed daily to the noxious fumes that spewed from the rear of that edifice.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
Pondered on a love letter To my favourite season And wondered how would it manifest, In the cold, when I prey it’s freezing.
By Callum Foulds8 years ago in Poets
Great Blue Heron Have you driven over the Golden Gate Bridge on your way from San Francisco to the County of Marin and flying next to your car you see a beautiful great blue heron?
By Thomas Hally8 years ago in Poets
Crispy different colored leaves Warm scents of pumpkin filling the air People covered in scarfs and beanies The wind blows softly through barren trees
By Jacquie Cummings8 years ago in Poets
New found life as sweet as kerosine, found lost within the darkness. Its scary how easily it comes alight with nothing but a spark.
By Bran Morgan8 years ago in Poets
The car wound through the Rocky Mountains. the view was devastating. a 1000 foot drop hung over the side of the road. mountain peaks scratched the clouds above.
By Andrew Arnett8 years ago in Poets
When he was a child, he poked his head out of his frozen, earthy home From the breast of his mother he fled for his father's azure skies to roam.
By inactive8 years ago in Poets
The wrath of winter fades away on Zephyr's drowsy, warmed sigh that bids the trees to creak and sway and let their blossoms free to fly
The world around us is constantly changing. Some of it is from within, some from humanity We constantly strive to have things our way, to be in control of the environment around us.
By Noah Hagedorn8 years ago in Poets
The wisest and wilted flower with falling petals and a weakening stem is the flower that ends up unpicked. The problem bobbing around is that assuming and labeling the physical appearance of what's around us makes us blind to the most beautiful part about them.
By eazt art8 years ago in Poets
The great outdoors Give me porcelain cups & silverwareOver that of thorns and thistles.Give me knitted blankets & ottomansOver that of leaves and rocks.Give me armchairs & fountain pensOver that of trees and dirt.
By Corinne O’Conner8 years ago in Poets
Alone a tree stands on a hill, not knowing of great nature’s will. It stands up straight with joy and pride, not knowing what waits when spring time hides.
By The Eight Ball Kid8 years ago in Poets
