An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
It's coming Starting showing signs Emotional swings Annoyance rises Noises get louder and harder to ignore It's coming
By L.I.E3 days ago in Poets
The city does not sleep. It does not wake either. It lingers— somewhere between a breath taken and a breath held too long.
By Mariana Farias3 days ago in Poets
The Robin Who Loved Humans He did not fear the open hand, nor tremble at the human breath, he stood where voices gathered close,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Sheltering halos in my eyes Even when I can't sleep These memories, they follow me, haunt me I can feel every spirit's presence on my fingertips
By KuroHoshi3 days ago in Poets
Tiptoeing through the daisies Splashing in the puddles Clad in a bright coat and galoshes Twirling a tricolored umbrella
By Mother Combs3 days ago in Poets
rain surprises us laughter echoes with each drop our love fills puddles
By Tina D. Lopez4 days ago in Poets
Every person has a PANIC button - say AMEN !? Every person wants to feel safe - say AMEN !? How did you have problems - say AMEN !?
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
***** Excerpt adapted from a famous "Jamaican" poet (you should know her - you should) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Okay fine, like I've said it before, I haven't met the man !? I haven't ate at his table, needless to say - I wouldn't, he was in JAIL !?
YOU! Just Like the Sun Standing Alone Glaring, Up High Far Beyond The Clouds, Out Of The Reach, Estranged From The Earth-
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 days ago in Poets
River red gum, ensnared in light and stretched as a wise jinn We are 4 degrees to north and the biggest of tiny forests, the smell of frying oil reaching this perfectly quiet afternoon.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 4 days ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us All I have wondered this more than once, not in a loud way, not in questions spoken out, but in quiet moments
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
