An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The darkness of night decided to roll Back far away as if it were a scroll The grass is being kissed by the morning dew Sparkling frost crystals now come into view
By Cheryl E Preston6 days ago in Poets
One summer, lying on the grass Looking at the wandering clouds I wonder where they head to Shattered, still moving Either it's the destination.
By Mubarik Ahmad 6 days ago in Poets
This was my first time seeing a frozen lake, and I didn’t expect it to inspire me the way it did. Everything was so still, so quiet — yet so strong.
By Crystal Cane6 days ago in Poets
Insect hovers over the surface of still water a tentative splash a remembering question from another language lives above water
By Natalie Wilkinson6 days ago in Poets
In the barn there is little sunlight Chickens should have fresh air, sunshine is optimal After all, they provide for me eggs daily, their life my hobby
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 days ago in Poets
The Curse of the Salamander Beneath the moon’s pale silver gaze, In hidden realms of misty haze, A creature stirs, both fierce and bold,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Not far from home there is a passion fruit vine, its fruits ripening, ready to pick. But below it, dense thicket,
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
Introduction This is my ninety-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Espinela
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Poets
Over decades I've been trying to understand this whole idea !? Who has placed a thought into the mind of another !? Who has asked for the person to be with child !?
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
I found stuff on the floor, a woman - a man said you need help !? I found stuff on the floor, a woman - a man said you need help !?
The Man In A Camper Van In a camper van, old and worn, Sits a lazy man, with a heart half-torn. Dust on the dashboard, seats stained and frayed,
Introduction I love finding things like this and thinking that is worth writing a poem about. Settle is one of my favourite holiday places and I am there every December.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in Poets
