An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 4 hours ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
The sky is full of clouds, like my mind. The ground is slippery, like my thoughts. The rythem of the rain takes me away to somewhere else grey.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Cold snap coming, set to collide right smack into the warm front, possibly spawning tornadoes cyclones twisters, snapping treetops like matchsticks,
By Harper Lewisabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Once Upon a Poet’s Dream It wasn’t sleep, it was spark, words kicking walls in the dark, lines that bit, lines that burned,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 13 hours ago in Poets
Beauty Smothered In Flame An orange rose rises from the dark soil, Petals bright as a fading sunset, Yet black edges creep along its skin,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 18 hours ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combsabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Last night I had the picture of you beside me on my bed, as I lay my burdens at the "FEET" of the person sitting next to me !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
Who enrolled me in the program to................... "get pregnant" !? Who did that most stupidest thing !? Well, they would say the future is important, but who keeps enrolling me in things that makes NO sense !?
So today right, I saw like a stain on a clothing ITEM !? I'm thinking, I didn't wash it properly !?... I'm known to be the worst person in LIFE, the WORST !!
How brief and yet how sovereign is our stay upon this turning earth, where mortal creatures rise at golden dawn and marvel at abundance everywhere.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
Men Are Coiled Snakes Men are snakes, I’ve seen them hiss, tongues all sugar, eyes that miss no opening, no flicker, no trace
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
