An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
Come here slinky sire Curl your body around mine Gentle coils caress
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Poets
Passing Time Haiku Three months gone so fast It’s true time waits for no one Soon the year will pass Note Only two days left in March, life is passing by faster than ever before
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
A dream, dormant for decades, Returns all at once, Triggered by a movie. Words flow onto the page, Every silly move forgotten.
By Moon Desert3 days ago in Poets
RAIN the wind was howling * I listened in the darkness to the thunder as it roared. The lightning then lit up the sky in a flash both bright and broad.
By Margaret Brennan3 days ago in Poets
I kept trying to explain that I am never with children !? I kept trying to explain that travelling around the world makes NO sense if I see the same !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
On this Sunday morning, I was sitting in the backyard, soaking my skin in sunlight, basking in the fragrance of jasmine,
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
a fine as spokes without wheels is joy to this seat of this car a vine the man, because labored them them away... and now probablayyy
By K.A. Smith3 days ago in Poets
winter dust settles crows wait on the sycamore ready now to fly. Note: Sometimes, I saw crows waiting for all members of the group to arrive, so they can fly to their night shelter.
The Witch of Reasons She walks where questions gather thick, in corners where no light will stay, her breath a hush of knowing cold,
The beginning is always the same — not a moment, but a fracture of light on something I mistook for myself. Beneath a navy sky, I made a vow. I called it love. I called it forward. I was already running.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Poets
