An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The speckles in the air flow so freely between the stories of the trees The babies of there leaves have released there offspring
By Isabella Summer8 years ago in Poets
She drinks in the light The first rays of spring Her sustenance The budding flowers Upon the trees And the spectrum of light
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
I don't remember exactly what was on my mind at that moment The breeze of the lake was amazingly peaceful The view of the mountains was amazing
By A M8 years ago in Poets
As he rises we flee inside as he leaves we come outside no friends can he find he’s still too kind sad and alone he wants to cry
By Page Evans8 years ago in Poets
Opre Our splintered marrow guards your precious ground Not bought in blood, but taken in the twilight When ‘taking’ was a thing we did not understand
By Penny Blake8 years ago in Poets
spring arrives without warning; suddenly the sun stays out till six and rises before you in the morning, the cherry blossoms bloom overnight
By katherine j zumpano8 years ago in Poets
Salt air at night Sand ground into flip-flops I miss the sound Soft sweet beach breeze sha-shush sha-shush Skateboard on the sidewalk in the distance
By J S8 years ago in Poets
Stoney trail accompanied by philosophical Questions Brightly colored moss and muddy puddles Surround the murky path Debates of what color the grassy flora are
By Novalyn Hiviriö8 years ago in Poets
Same hands, same feet, Same eyes, same smile, A tiny shell, growing. Abundance of opportunity, Stable, loving foundation building,
By Billi Fox8 years ago in Poets
Blue as a child who's toy is taken So is the sky White as an ocean's bubbling foams So are her clouds Branches and leaves scattered a veneer of Death on the solid cold Earth below her
Lay me on the rivers bed so I can get to Sleep. Cold air and water breathing on me from Above Noone dare come to my rescue, nor say a Word
Chilling beams of water washing against my Face as I sit weary upon the dock Air drenched with a smell of salt and sand Around the bend, washed to shore, Treasures, trinkets, and simple shells that Children take home proudly
