An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Classes in session Bright day tempts through windows Student walks away
By Tina D. Lopez4 days ago in Poets
little bursts of gold decorating the grass tiny suns at play
red taillights in fog trudging along highway 4 work waits beyond gray
His Ashes Went Down The Toilet She waited until the house was quiet at last, no footsteps, no temper turning in the hall.
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets
a squirrel standoff we're stariang each other down he slips into earth
blooming acacia something moved in the brush— a rabbit’s white tail. Note: Under the neighborhood acacia shrubs, cottontail rabbits live. As I stand there admiring the yellow blossoms, I see them moving beneath them.
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets
I had never seen Callery pear before until I found many of them in the apartment, I came to stay. Dark, rugged trunks and branches,
Introduction This is my ninety-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's wonderful artwork. This is A Zejel, a relatively simple form.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Poets
I felt a funny feeling last week - I thought it was gas!? I felt a funny feeling when I went to the store to purchase the realest thing possible !?
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
If you don’t take care of your garden, the weeds take over. The earth becomes dry, hard, and useless. And like flowers,
By Minou J. Linde4 days ago in Poets
Do you see it? peaking through the window wild, untampered open, unclosed Loud, undeadening/undeafening The voices are rising to the shore
By KwCub4 days ago in Poets
First—stop trying to shove it out the door. That just makes it dig its heels in deeper. Instead, sit down. Not in the fancy chair.
By Edward Smith5 days ago in Poets
