An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Blessed are the souls who walk in humble light, For heaven opens wide to them in night. Blessed are the ones who weep in silent pain,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.3 days ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Okay, a week before last week I heard the baby in my stomach ask for money !? Okay fine, a week before last month I heard the people grumbling about the problems of the child who ran away from home !? Okay fine, I keep hearing that MY child is driving 9,000 steps in the middle of NO - where hoping they end up somewhere !? WHO keeps doing this thing, who keeps asking me for things - I don't have a CLUE about, who keeps doing that !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
Faith, real Faith, it's all we must to have - the peace in our hearts and strength to be so brave. Faith, real Faith, when paths will starts to wave,
a wooden birdhouse hung on a sycamore trunk human kindness Note: One day while hiking on a chaparral trail, I came across a birdhouse hanging from a sycamore tree. It was delightful. Kindness always is
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
The garden green is turning gray Blooms lost their way Old petals fall While roses loll Now vines hang low, their faces fade
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
I've tried being this person - I hope that this person can understand that I am a MOTHER !? I went to school with the Fathers's and registered every photo !? The child I had is NOW "500" years OLD - !? Your child is 500 years OLD !? Yes - and also that is the meaning of this poem !
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
tiny pine sapling give it a few patient years will turn colossal. This photo and haiku send a message about patience and growth.
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets
See them, with me, and love them: far-travelers of many colors, singing a thousand melodies, storied, each, having crossed Atlantic, Pacific, dunes or plains,
By Gabriel Huizenga4 days ago in Poets
In fields of yellow flowers bright, You walk with courage, holding light. A heart so soft, yet brave and true,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 days ago in Poets
Look in the parking lot - I am a NOBODY !? Look in YOUR house - I am a NOBODY!? Look in your phones - I am a NOBODY !? Me, what is the "priveledge" - of a NOBODY !? I'm even having spelling problems NOW, what I can't eve read properly, WHAT
I was telling my daughter that a friend said she wanted to live in the woods in a hut, with a cat. Daughter said
