An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Rarely has anyone heard my "help" . onto a father, a little daughter in fear hoovering her head just enough to keep her neck from leaning against the offered belly of Cronus the Goliath, as if it would be a space to rest...
By Iris V.2 days ago in Poets
diving into icy water, never still craving some, wild heart thrill ringing in ears; it is shrill spotted, wading, waiting until
By Rowan Finley 2 days ago in Poets
It feels so different this time, your return to me. How many worlds have we burned down with our insatiable desire for each other?
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
How long have we lingered this time, here among the cypress, river flowing through me, hawks wheeling. The lazy dragonflies
you follow me nightly, high among the stars that guide you, always keeping pace. no matter where i wander. you find me.
By Tina D. Lopez2 days ago in Poets
The concrete garden cracks its skin where silicon used to scream Will a verdant tide come rushing in to end the digital dream?
By Sara Wilson2 days ago in Poets
I’m on my way back home again. Last dog-eared ticket in my pocket – time for it to finally unfurl. I’m on my way back home again.
By Cristal S.3 days ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Some nights the water forgets its own name and becomes a mirror for the things we cannot reach— the crescent moon, pale and certain,
By Prompted Beauty3 days ago in Poets
In the quiet of dawn, it began, A whisper of life, a gentle span. Soft as a breeze, tender and new, A rhythm of hope, pure and true.
By Zain writes3 days ago in Poets
These flights of fancy color my world in bold brushstrokes of eroticism, lush sensory details about textures and flavors: rich rough reds, deep velvet chocolatey greens,
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
Warm winds breeze through the valley as birds wake up and sing their excitement. The cold river roars as the snow melts
By Fiona Howell3 days ago in Poets
