An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
THERE’S A REVOLUTION OF CHANGE GOING THROUGH OUR LAND PLANES ARE FLYING OVER MACHINE GUNS IN OUR HANDS BIRDS ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY
By David Avner9 years ago in Poets
Wonder, what wonder How the current pulls you under As you sink down farther You suddenly hear thunder You approach the clouds at the bottom of the sea
By Conjury9 years ago in Poets
I keep standing Farther and farther back Trying to push the waves back That roll ever in upon the sand Only to crash as wind
Goodbye Polar Bear! You were such a good Bipolar bear Even though you’d Think it’s not fair We all know you weren’t all there
Space Watches Me In different forms When I’m hiding Or when I’m crying The sky watches me When inside, I’m dying Or when I’m whining
By Jamal Hamadani9 years ago in Poets
Have you ever imagined what illustrates our thoughts, our sudden burst of colors, things we’ve never seen, places we’ve never been
By André dos Santos9 years ago in Poets
Look up, let your mind float A galaxy without a boat Crystal eyes will hypnotize, even run your lies Summer sols, Autumn Aperture
By Jonathan Clewlow9 years ago in Poets
The world is my oyster and you know I'll fuck it till she's dry, I've got the world at my fingertips and I'm gonna choke her till she dies,
By Cotten Runt9 years ago in Poets
The might and tide of the Royal River Coursing fair the breadth of ancient lands Constricted and laid open by time and winds
By Mike Emby9 years ago in Poets
The wind gently caressing my back, The moon basking my naked body in beautiful white light, The grass lightly tickling my feet,
By Ilana Weiss9 years ago in Poets
As the big blue bird watches from its branches within the tree, the sunset denotes an ending of time. An ending of the sun shining,
By Miss Riddle9 years ago in Poets
Monday is mellow. Mysterious and slow. Tuesday is tough. Puts on a good show. Wednesday is wisdom and Thursday's true love.
By Chahat Sharma9 years ago in Poets
