An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Once upon a time there was a woman who loved trees. When she, her husband, & three boys moved to a new home, she decided to plant at least one new tree in their yard every year.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock17 days ago in Poets
Red Twilight’s Embrace As night descends with a crimson glow, The sky ablaze with hues below. Dark clouds drift in a fiery sea,
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
Forests of the Hawaiian islands are quiet today for eight distinct extinct songs have all died away. Their disappearances have broken the biological sound of “sacred lands.”
By Travis Dylan17 days ago in Poets
Moby Dick. The Whale. Jonah's three days. Take your pick. Nights and days in chasing death. "“And I felt saddest of all when I read the boring chapters that were only descriptions of whales, because I knew that the author was just trying to save us from his own sad story, just for a little while.”
By Diana17 days ago in Poets
Here she comes again Not knocking but slipping gently through windows ajar, Resting in the quiet corners of the day, Making me smile as I walk along.
By angela 17 days ago in Poets
I am NOT alive, why do assume I am !? I am not well, why do you assume I am !? I am nothing, why do you keep assuming I am something !?
By 365poetry17 days ago in Poets
I see leaf colors my heart fills with quiet delight gratitude for life. Note: It is a big favor I did by adopting gratitude mindset. Now, even the simplest things like changing pigments on leaves feel like blessings.
By Seema Patel17 days ago in Poets
Look at this image right here - woah, like woah !? Look at this image right here, I just cannot go to "Sunday's" corner without the hope of repentance....
Introduction This is a villanelle and my ninety-eighth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. "The Art Of The Glittering Fox" is now available on Amazon worldwide.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Poets
how's the wrecking? crews... open and breathes hard like flutes and loops riders scoop that's from where loosely... what's up what's up what's up
By K.A. Smith18 days ago in Poets
Lost Youth, I see you in my mirror I saw her face inside the glass, Not mine, but something left behind, A softer light, a careless laugh,
By George’s Girl 2026 18 days ago in Poets
sakura blooming people gather to partake ephemeral show. Notw: Cherry flower (sakura) viewing is cultural practice in in Japan. It's called hanami.
By Seema Patel18 days ago in Poets
