An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Love me - I am reckless with my body; Watch me while I create my storms of air and fire and guide your ships onto my shore.
By Alissa Frost9 years ago in Poets
She had a lot going on, she did. But she didn't let that get the best of her. She was beautiful like no one knew she was. Even though she had a way to smile and keep her pain hidden, none of what was going on around her truly fulfilled her happiness.
By Auburn Dawn9 years ago in Poets
Define beauty. In a sense, beauty is a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form... all of which pleases sight. Shape. Beauty needs shape.
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
Branches dancing in the gentle breeze Showing their pickings to the birds and bees Sunlight warming the blooming crop As juicy fruits are ready to drop
By Michelle Bridges9 years ago in Poets
The streetlight reflects the glow of the freshly fallen snow Softly packed clouds drifting down as the wind blows As I walk towards the moon it follows me around
By Nicole (Nikki) M.9 years ago in Poets
Not a leaf left on it now, No green or gold on creaking bough. No rustles as the wind runs through; Whispered words to me, from you.
By Samuel Allen9 years ago in Poets
Drifting away Like a leaf in the autumn wind Floating, floating No destination in mind Wondering wondering Far away, no where to be found
By Maria Peacock9 years ago in Poets
Crispy leaves drift peaceful air, wistful days of wondering, colored pieces piling high, moment’s tainted suffering. Strolling footprints, moving truths,
By Linda Balboni9 years ago in Poets
As I look I see a grey sky turning white A cold wind blows bringing in the night My breath starts to appear and blow for all to see
By David Aleman9 years ago in Poets
Creative and influential are the sounds at the piers. My soul peers out absorbing the element of ambient ripples. Whispers in the wind blow by for
By E Wilso9 years ago in Poets
I breathed the wet sand as I sat on the beach reviving memories that were lost in an endeavor to keep up with life So composed and thankful
By Neetha Yashwanth9 years ago in Poets
The Clouds Roll They Shift down from the Mountains They don't bring rain here Not in this season Not to this Valley They come as a Shelter
By Samuel Henwood9 years ago in Poets
