An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Nature soothes like nothing else, we love different aspects of it and depending on what we love, we can be given a name.
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
I wait to hear this sound every Spring, the chorus of peepers. The song comes back every year and yet, it always surprises me.
By Fiona Howell2 days ago in Poets
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By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
take me to starbucks and feed me cash galaxies The moon was out of soft-serve, and the comets overcooked the fries while I stretched into a kiss that knocked me to my knees
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
funny how things change, ebb and flow, finding the stasis we resist, this paradox of sameness and changing, eternal as the ocean, one unique wave
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Poets
So I was browsing the internet, you know the usual thing !? Can you believe I have a "DIAMOND" ring !? It was placed in the cup, no the spoon - no the rose NOO the ........
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
the seasons all change and the flowers will fade the morning arises and slowly goes away everything comes and goes in beautiful waves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 days ago in Poets
Love Not to be cliche Like love makes the world go round However, it does! Nature Standing on the ground Helps to heal majically
By Denise E Lindquist3 days ago in Poets
Within the depths of the rivers of woe, the radiant sun has since lost his way, and having nowhere left for me to go, I turn my back and leave behind the Day.
By Lizzy Rose3 days ago in Poets
half moon at midday tree tips striving to touch her but grounded in earth Copyright © 4/6/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 If you like ♡ my scribbles, hit the subscribe button. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin 3 days ago in Poets
Time is a mother with silent hands, rocking the hours we cannot hold, she hums in shadows, soft and deep, turning our memories into gold.
By Zain writes3 days ago in Poets
Same can't be distinct, Transparent doesn’t present self, Pure light ain’t turning back reflects not but Body of particles, waves dead end
By Iris V.4 days ago in Poets
