An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Double-sided Coin : I. life is the moon to your ocean I I. it pulls And pushes You in the direction that It chooses.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
The night air rolls in around 4 and I wake up to the dream that was day The time when I itch for something worthwhile to do
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
Consider the Tree Colorful leaves dancing graceful and free, Atop an indomitable trunk, At least that’s what you see. But who takes the time,
By Jaclyn Moore8 years ago in Poets
Alligators munch on broccoli behind the cabbage pack. Dark poisons in disguise; envy in their eyes. Frogs escape the fungus,
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
There's a magic in the way she speaks to me, Senses awakened through every which way. She's a beauty divine, incomparable to anything else.
By Niki Cozmo8 years ago in Poets
The foul poison you spit at me Doesn't hurt me anymore I've found the antidote I'm forced to swallow it again Every day
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Avocado alligators munching on apples. Bright bugs discover broccoli. Celadon cactus above the cabbage pack. Dark diabolical poisons in disguise;
Our life is an open book A book full of blank pages You write the story as you go Some chapters will be sad So sad that you will find yourself drowning in tears
By Just Another Human8 years ago in Poets
I Go to nature, Even on cooler days Once seized the rains I go to nature To Give thanks For the wild life Down and around the cliffs
By Nadine Almeida8 years ago in Poets
Standing on the beach at night feels new in the same way that rereading a book from your childhood feels new. It’s something strange and familiar and thrilling. You aren’t quite sure where you are, but for once it doesn’t matter. The ocean has no concept of time or its position in the universe. It doesn’t care where it’s waves crash; where it collides with the earth.
By Ryn8 years ago in Poets
I close my eyes, the skin like a veil between soul and sky, Hiding my pupils from the garish sun-rays, Creating a golden-red haze of epidermal lenses.
By Bex Reddin8 years ago in Poets
Eating away at the remains of a planet that's being drained We never refrain from creating carbon emissions That slowly drain the life force from planet earth
By Maya Aven8 years ago in Poets
