An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Conceptually, a cycle of existence unfolds, infinite.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton5 days ago in Poets
a moth on the wall opens both wings holds them there then folds them back shut
By Tim Carmichael5 days ago in Poets
…the chime of little bells tinkling twinkling blinkling ding-dingyling luxurious carpet prostrated in simplicity of modesty…
By Diana5 days ago in Poets
Tell me, does the robin understand what she is singing about at dawn, that whole gorgeous insistence of song rising before the sun has fully committed
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Poets
I float, but don't fly Can’t get that high Slowly I rise Carried by the wind Created by breath Reflecting the creator
By L.I.E6 days ago in Poets
I lift you to space your legs, planetary rings, claiming their orbit
By Daniel K6 days ago in Poets
the bark dulls my blade amber sap commiserates weeping through each cut
Her hair in the wind the aromatic tether to this breath I take
Sunset Beach Path The path bends slow toward the sea, Golden light spilling across the sand. Flowers edge the trail with bright faces,
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets
Silhouettes fading Light retreats beyond the edge The dark is empty
By David Williams6 days ago in Poets
Meant to open at dusk - tip-toeing through the break of dawn, pedals spread and drawn again.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson6 days ago in Poets
I saw hummingbird perched on paperbark branches my mood lifted up Note: Watching a bird on a tree branch is therapeutic. As I spotted a hummingbird on a paperbark branch, it fulled me with peace.
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
