An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I walked beneath, a sky as blue, as the deep blue sea, as blue as sparkling sapphires, while the sun brightly smiles down.
By Rasma Raisters8 years ago in Poets
Pink crystal shades me from opaque white. Invaded by warmth, Metallic nourishes the veins, Floods my senses. Blossomed in rose
By Amanda Rubio8 years ago in Poets
Here the slopes are burdened by decaying slates of abandoned names and ruinous hearths, naked in the blue-white glare of the plastic pitch
By Megan Angharad8 years ago in Poets
Are we all not sons of the Earth?We are her inheritors.Are her fruits not ours by right?All belongs to all.Her bounty can provide for us,Her bounty should provide for us.
By Sean Monahan8 years ago in Poets
Shining hazel orbs Blink dreamily up at me Full of innocence Pull the curtains back Early sun comes streaming in Eyes smart with surprise
By Violet P. Davies8 years ago in Poets
Petals of pink lay on the the ground beneath my feet. Picked up by the wind and carried down the streets. Individual petals representing small parts of a whole,
By EK Harmann8 years ago in Poets
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
