An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the darkness valley deep I lay to rest in sublime sleep To watch the world drift back to black And hear the voices stop their attack
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
The purpose of this prose Does suppose that the rose Knows not what it's doing Or even the beauty it evokes As the roots soaks up sweet liquid
Bubble: Refraction A nebula Crafting only Ocean stars Swaying As softly as the calm And burning As brightly as the current
By Auztin Mumby8 years ago in Poets
I wonder if the petals of the flowers know, I wonder if the bees have heard, I wonder if the ancient oaks are praying. I think they must, the way they
By Carver Bain8 years ago in Poets
Bright white light Across the night sky's backdrop In accompanying ensemble Wind, trees, oceans below Join in the chorus
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
There's something beautiful about disaster, about how the rain pours from the sky, and the clouds move with the thunder and lighting,
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
When winter falls I hope to see Snow outside my window Glistening bright Through heaven's light It's a perfect sight to see
By Summer Sunset8 years ago in Poets
my life my very existence—is made of memories of moments each one unique exclusive much like these leaves they are fed
By Madeline Gassman8 years ago in Poets
This was how I had always imagined the ocean New York had disappointed me It had been dreary and cold But Florida stole a piece of my heart
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Vines grasping at a cement ledge as if to fulfill a secret pledge. Under rain and sun it soaks in its stay, it stiffens like a python with formidable prey.
By Aether Atomsk8 years ago in Poets
Vivid, pumpkin-orange lights Glowing against the black night, Like pinpoints of ferocious flames Flickering to life in the crisp air.
By Jennifer McCollom8 years ago in Poets
Summer takes its last breath and collapses into Fall, It's now the time that I love most of all. Green leaves turn to orange, yellow, and red,
By Victoria Hill8 years ago in Poets
