An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Why do you Persist? All is dead but your light hue. Blossoms carry life.
By Aaron Michael Grant8 days ago in Poets
The Groundhog Contest had 39 entries. With 5 winners. First Place, Second Place, and a three way tie for third place. Just sharing winners for 1st place, and second place. Prizes are T-shirts, socks, and books...
By Denise E Lindquist9 days ago in Poets
Spring Is Approaching The earth exhales a softer breath at dawn, And light begins to lean across the fields, A hush of gold rests gently on the hills,
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
Sat On A Rock In a little spot, where fishes play, Danny lit his joint, letting troubles drift away. With a cheeky grin and a carefree sigh,
So close to being stir crazy No sunshine for nearly a week A sign of brighter days Is all I really seek A month of freezing temperatures
By Cheryl E Preston9 days ago in Poets
When you hear/ the soft tap of padded footsteps When you hear/ the clicking of nails against the floor When you hear/ a howl somewhere in the night
By Kera Hollow9 days ago in Poets
Quailing with a slim whim— the poplars, Contrary to its immortals thick with frond blocking big wind. Poplar flora frolic
By Gerry Thibeault9 days ago in Poets
springs's precocious blush covered beneath winter's veil cozy fire crackles
By D.L. Finn9 days ago in Poets
Paddington Visits Wales Paddington stepped down from the train at Cardiff in the rain, His little red hat tilted bravely against the wind,
A drop of white falls, Swirling and twirling downwards, Landing on my tongue.
By Rebecca Patton9 days ago in Poets
Who named him Romeo !? I would think every person on the planet knows Juliet !? But why would we name people "Romeo" - like I'm not sure ever person understands the problem !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
The evergreen wreath still hangs on my door the pine stopped making its sharp fir scent a while I haven’t noticed its presence for months
By Michele Nampalli10 days ago in Poets
