An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Are we going to ask the weirdest question possible !? Like ha ha, that ain't funny - but atleast, I'll have some water party !?
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
Quiet Messengers robins I ache for you in ways unspoken, in silent hours that feel half broken. Your voice still lingers in my mind,
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Poets
The rustle of leaves melded with my roaming eyes As tall oaks shade the beaming sun from my shoulder blades It was a warm morning
By Michele Nampalli16 days ago in Poets
Sun's brilliant visage gently veiled an ethereal softening of morning's light lavish golden hues draped across the earth
By Colleen Walters16 days ago in Poets
Why do people frown when they look upon a storm? Why is rain always followed by disgust and scorn? If humans can have lousy days--Why can’t nature too?
By Sloane Pearce16 days ago in Poets
Where are you, spring You did show up some Then you left for winter’s rebuff The temperature cannot make its mind Can you just finish the season in time
By Sarah Danaher17 days ago in Poets
When things go wrong, Free your mind, Breathe, Get up, And try again, Remember this moment won't last, No matter the stress;
By Carol Ann Townend17 days ago in Poets
The forest breathes. Inhale. And the cool air rushes into every bronchus Coloured with the scent of rain From just moments before.
By TYC17 days ago in Poets
The city of Veridia was a concrete grid of gray silences. People walked with their heads down, tethered to glowing screens, moving like ghosts through a graveyard of skyscrapers.
By Imran Ali Shah17 days ago in Poets
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees He stands between the fading light and time, A figure pressed against the thinning air,
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
Introduction This is the description from the Enchanted Booklet, but I cannot see the toad, so I thought I would write an espinela about what I see.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Poets
Red Flowers in a Broken Sky The flowers rise, like warnings in the air, Their red breath burning through a restless dream,
