An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
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 Preston5 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 Hollow5 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 Thibeault5 days ago in Poets
springs's precocious blush covered beneath winter's veil cozy fire crackles
By D.L. Finn5 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,
By Marie381Uk 5 days ago in Poets
A drop of white falls, Swirling and twirling downwards, Landing on my tongue.
By Rebecca Patton5 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 365poetry5 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 Nampalli6 days ago in Poets
smelling some flowers allergies activated nostrils are twitching
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
Classes in session Bright day tempts through windows Student walks away
little bursts of gold decorating the grass tiny suns at play
red taillights in fog trudging along highway 4 work waits beyond gray
