An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I am this creaky house on the beach.Weathered and ready to be swept out to sea — These four walls don’t hold up a home — There’s no heart here.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Body's geography Every scar is known to you Every limb you've held of mine Every tear that has talked you've caught Every darkness that has surrounded me
By Hannah Mendenhall8 years ago in Poets
Do you hear my voice when You hear summer's sweet song? The blooming flowers whisper syllables And they start to sound like my name before long.
By Jade Domone8 years ago in Poets
There is a fiend in my home named Nico di Angelo He is a rather bipolar mackerel tabby cat In the mornings when I awake he calls for my love
By Andrea Lozano8 years ago in Poets
Soft snow, white as doves as it neatly falls The sun, its blanket gloomy cloud cover Or if it shines, its glint shimmering calls
By Zoe Dalley8 years ago in Poets
I keep having this dream I had it again last night A desert road Always the same one The air dry and hot Perfect I can breathe here
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
you are everything ever created in this world you are the little boy running through the park and his mother chasing after
By Erin Shannon8 years ago in Poets
I walk among the mixed trees in the small, shady forest. The Earth is covered in snappy, old sticks and crunchy leaves that call to me, “Come sit, and hear our stories”
By Chahat Sharma8 years ago in Poets
Here is to the Wild Rose In the brush and bramble Where friends call me by name And are at ease to pass the handle The only place where
By Samantha Reed8 years ago in Poets
How does it feel to go out with a bang? Cheap shot. But the point remains; you left the world in a blaze of lights blinking to a soundtrack of horns and tires scraping gravel.
By Augusta Monet8 years ago in Poets
Blitzing the breakers to feign strength against the salty sea’s façade I find my joy in jumping the choppy waters from a distant storm
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I wish I were a bird And like the Phoenix I would rise Until the struggles from my day No longer show in my eyes.
By Mandy Curry8 years ago in Poets
