An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The forest breathes. Inhale. And the cool air rushes into every bronchus Coloured with the scent of rain From just moments before.
By TYC15 days ago in Poets
The city of Veridia was a concrete grid of gray silences. People walked with their heads down, tethered to glowing screens, moving like ghosts through a graveyard of skyscrapers.
By Imran Ali Shah15 days ago in Poets
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees He stands between the fading light and time, A figure pressed against the thinning air,
By George’s Girl 2026 15 days ago in Poets
Why is he staring through, as if he knew what to do !? A little muppet I suppose, assuming this is something that makes sense !?
By 365poetry15 days ago in Poets
Introduction This is the description from the Enchanted Booklet, but I cannot see the toad, so I thought I would write an espinela about what I see.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 15 days ago in Poets
Red Flowers in a Broken Sky The flowers rise, like warnings in the air, Their red breath burning through a restless dream,
spotted nature’s art made by leaves and gentle rain a gift of mindfulness. Note: I observe mindfully, as I go on my walks. One day, me and the kids spotted this beautiful art by nature.
By Seema Patel16 days ago in Poets
Sweeping the Sorrows Away I rise before the morning speaks, with quiet hands and steady breath, the weight of yesterday still clings,
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Poets
How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black How can I dream upon a star, if the sky is black, If night has swallowed every spark, and will not give them back,
I Saw the Sunset in Your Eyes I saw the sunset in your eyes, not fading, not leaving, but burning slow, a quiet fire across the soul,
Rotten fruit will fall on its own. No hand need pull it to the ground. Plentiful harvest won’t be known. Crows and maggots will feast around.
By Tina D. Lopez16 days ago in Poets
A hope after a disaster, flew up, awakening her. To search, to fly, to find the destiny she left fore. She flew with other species, following them.
By Aahna Rajesh16 days ago in Poets
