An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Bored at home? You don’t need to go Abroad to have a good holiday. Never underestimate the exquisite Beauty of local history and
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
Theatricality formed through millennial evolution which is excessive as it is easily donned. Is only begotten through hospitable elements able to see this show go on in its artistic ways.
By Jose Gabriel8 years ago in Poets
Wave after wave, after wave, over me. The salt it stings my eyes. I see a whale and he looks back at me. Why, whale, why do you cry?
By Tai Dean8 years ago in Poets
The Lovely Lagoon Diva the swan sings loudly Where the ducks surf by The Lovely Lagoon The little feet splash around Where the ducks surf by
The city lights are calling me The train has saved me a seat The street criers want to win my purse I’m getting out of bed
It's funny how a sunny day can turn so grey and start to spray cold precipitation while the clouds inflation shows a demonstration of the skies frustration.
By Joseph Grant8 years ago in Poets
One dead tree It sat through many of heaven's tears And many more pieces of cold angel wings Once a solace to many fears
By Drew Marple8 years ago in Poets
I stopped to smell the roses, as philosophers advise it. Alas, no cure - I'd stood in manure that was on the ground beside it.
By Claire Driver8 years ago in Poets
Wake up in the morning A little groggy in the head All of my body Asks to go back to bed Let the dogs out The morning routine
By Amanda Washburn8 years ago in Poets
Driving down the skyline Searching for the perfect places, Peaceful enough to match The serenity of your soul. Overlooking Crescent Rock
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
Speak trees, speak! Let your truths be known! Oh, if it could, wood would speak And let wisdom be shown Yet they are seemingly silent
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
Here's to you: the seasoned sailorof these tempestuous wordsthe autumnal expert leaf turnerbook openerchapter beginnersecret enjoyer of craft pumpkin-spiced beveragesthe jaded cliche artistof suburbia's forgotten dreamsseptember beginsfor youconnoisseur ofdark corner cafésyeah, this one's for you:caffeinated poetof redundancieswith your enigmaticphilosophical tendenciesthere aren't enoughold wool sweatersand calf lengthboots to disguiseyour lax grip on the season's fashionis effortless the ephemera extraordinaireimmortalising the fleeting momentslingering in
By b g8 years ago in Poets
