nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Seeking Answers
Some things have no obvious answers. They just present themselves with more questions. In fact, they leave you a bit dumbfounded. Like this plant.
Shirley BelkPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsGloomy Days
Living in the land of the unpredictable. Never knowing what the day may bring. ~ One days it's sunny. While the next we must dream of the sky.
Anthony TerryPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsElegy of the Northern Lights
Like the aurora borealis, a ghostly gleam, Their love once shone, a fleeting dream. In twilight's embrace, they found delight,
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsAren't we pretending?
While having the breakfast, without enjoying it, we think about the lunch. When having the lunch, we dream about the desert,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsWelcome Boys
Introduction On the 29th Of April, these two came into the world: James David Ramsdale Twin 1 - 5:05am - 5lb3oz Henry Peter Ramsdale Twin 2 - 5:08am - 6lb4oz
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsReverence for the Wild
In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees stand tall and the sunlight filters through the canopy in dappled patterns of gold and green, there dwells a poet whose words are as wild and untamed as the landscape that surrounds him. His name is Elias a man of quiet contemplation and boundless imagination, whose spirit roams free amidst the wonders of the natural world.
Michael smithPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsOde to Water
In the realm of the flowing streams, where the rivers dance and the oceans sing, there lies a world of wonder a world of water, vast and boundless, where the ebb and flow of the tides mark the rhythm of life itself. And in this world of water, there exists a poet a seeker of truth and beauty, whose words paint pictures of the sea and sky, of rain and rivers, of the ever-changing landscape of the liquid realm.
Michael smithPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsSpring Field
Lacy flowers laugh As the butterfly passes by In the fields of spring
Holly NacePublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe Great Weight-Loss Fiasco
I started on Monday, and my mission was so clear. To shed all the pounds I'd gained through the year. With carrots and lettuce, I filled up my plate.
Hashan chamaraPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsThe Tale of the Whispering Woods
In the heart of Willowbrook, where the ancient oaks cast long shadows and the sunlight danced amidst the foliage, lay the Whispering Woods, a place steeped in mystery and legend. Sophie, Liam, and Maya, lured by the allure of its secrets, ventured into its depths one autumn morning, their hearts brimming with anticipation.
Anti-Art
If you are an author, killed your own character Not again Anti Art You can't outsmart You can't be an artist after all that hurt you have survived