An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In distant lands, Where contrasting flavours meet on a dusty path, Innocence and boldness intertwine, Forging new values from timeless styles.
By Moon Desert6 days ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach The tide leans close, it whispers low, Salt on skin, a burning glow, Your shadow falls across my chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets
Pour Rain Pour Drown The Impure Pour rain, pour hard, erase the stain, Let thunder speak through grief and pain, Wash every mark that darkness made,
Many out there might be still calling it a yellow flower, if they happen to lift their gaze, from the phone screen. I can’t.
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
Cool Down the Sun, It’s Too Hot We don’t do heat, not this thick choking kind where walls sweat and bed sheets cling like guilt.
A single frond reaches outward, catching the warm sunlight, each slender
By Archery Owl 6 days ago in Poets
British Weather Oh, the skies are gray and dreary, With clouds that dance and twirl, Sometimes the sun shines bright and cheery,
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
There’s a big storm brewing today Going to be a big one, so they say A reformed cyclone from up the coast That's where the damage was the most
By Calvin London7 days ago in Poets
When the rain whispers down deep into the bones of the curled oak bark the moment is at its nexus. The water dances and taps into
By John R. Godwin7 days ago in Poets
Quiet Messengers, For Bren Bren, I know the silence grows, in ways the outside never shows. A year has passed, yet still it stays,
Blue birds rise through morning veils, their wings cut the sky like fire made visible, their voices pour forth the language of stars,
By Tim Carmichael7 days ago in Poets
