An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
"I am a mess” I say, more sure of it than before I was 22 And less sure of why. “I am a mess” I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel
By B Day8 years ago in Poets
The flame As the flame flickers, I look deep in its core Hypnotic as I watch the dance My mind mediated as it plays with my eyes
By Jody Meadus8 years ago in Poets
The clouds they hover with no remorse, with dark, with dim, with gloom; Rain soaks our hair, our clothes, our shoes, the walls of every room.
By Bailey Schull8 years ago in Poets
Archaeology Flint arrowheads a War of 1812 uniform button and metal Cola bottle tops …and my hands sifting moist soil
By Michael Ugulini8 years ago in Poets
We all start as a seed Once we start growing we bud Once we bud, we start blossoming But some of us begin to wilt As we wilt, some petals will fall
By Meghan Young8 years ago in Poets
Two cast-iron cats with glowing eyes Sat in the fireplace, accompanying the flames But not stealing the spotlight. The fire crackled and moved in a wild, original way
By Wesley Hopkins8 years ago in Poets
A town with quaint cobblestone streets never meant to bear cars. Founded centuries ago, In an entirely different time.
By Sarah Hanzman8 years ago in Poets
The Flames are Burning By: Kristen Coughlan The flames are Burning When man created fire The fire gave warmth and light
By Kristen Coughlan8 years ago in Poets
A Subdivision in June The sun-washed asphalt divvies up the homes Creating rigid boundaries for the mind The pent up fury of lawnmowers in the sun
The chilling season on shivering skin, beautifully full coloring trees decay with the soft wind, For only the sweet blankets of white clouds exist,
By Olivia Gipson8 years ago in Poets
It is now my time to wander My fingertips traveling the wooden rail cracked open like a wound leaving hollows for the brushing sounds to entice the famined fish
By Kaylee Champa8 years ago in Poets
Her sirens all have gone to sleep With icy breaths she heaves a sigh Surrenders to her bottom deep Floating upward to what lingers in her eye
