nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Intuitive Meditation
I Go to nature, Even on cooler days Once seized the rains I go to nature To Give thanks For the wild life Down and around the cliffs
Nadine AlmeidaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLighthouse Beach—Yachats, Oregon
Standing on the beach at night feels new in the same way that rereading a book from your childhood feels new. It’s something strange and familiar and thrilling. You aren’t quite sure where you are, but for once it doesn’t matter. The ocean has no concept of time or its position in the universe. It doesn’t care where it’s waves crash; where it collides with the earth.
A Moment
I close my eyes, the skin like a veil between soul and sky, Hiding my pupils from the garish sun-rays, Creating a golden-red haze of epidermal lenses.
Bex ReddinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUntitled
Eating away at the remains of a planet that's being drained We never refrain from creating carbon emissions That slowly drain the life force from planet earth
Baby, Don’t Cry
There’s many things I could say, Today, I read an article where a ten year old committed suicide, It made me think back to when I was her age,
Samantha ButlerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Eternal Life
Echoes of Eternal life are heard through the forests. Within the forest we search, we search for our souls, we search for our meaning, but we search for guidance in our time of need. Panic sets in, you are lost... the forest engulfed you without a trace of your own footsteps. Where shall you go? Your path seems bleak. But in the blink of an eye you fall straight on your back and a world beneath you opens. And then there you discover your soul and eternal life.
Destruction of Nature
The king, well respected by the others The peacock: How he loved his friend Mother nature: wrapped herself around her brother
Sheila GuerreroPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWinters Poem
A brisk winters morn, With the sun out to adorn, Ice melting on the pavement, A helpful hand always lent, Giving and caring,
Victoria WallenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Uprising
A groan emits from under piles of blankets, a soft yet unwarranted squeak of displeasure. And here I lie, so ungainly beneath them.
The Calmness of Nature
Nature and all its works, we let it take control of our lives, it never stops and it never settles. As the Wind blows in harmony through the tall trees of enlightenment we sit and stare at the canopies embracing the calmness it brings to our souls. Then the Birds Chirping ever so happily acknowledging that they are free to fly through serene skies. In just a calm whisper you can hear the water running through a stream moving endlessly. We take our minds away from society and gently float upon the stream and let our souls be free.
Summer Ash
Swaying softly in the breezeThe leaves begin to disintegrateAs the earth warmed up the groundBecoming a warning of the summer approaching
Jamie JosePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSunrise
Her mother, father, and older brother are all asleep. The sound of her bare feet shuffling to the kitchen fill the empty void of sound. She waits by the window for only one thing. She waits for the velvet black sky to dissolve into a dim rose gold, and for the stars to become wisps in the sky. Her slim fingers dance on the table, trying to make time fly. Her eyelashes carry weights, but she resists the pull of sleep. She quietly sings to herself, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." Her mother always sang this song to her when she was a baby. A bright flash of light hits her eye and she blinks rapidly, coming out of her daze of thought. At last she sees the dazzling sun, and all the wildlife bowing before it. The sun casts a brilliant beam of light on the morning dew. The cricket chirps fade, and the birds sing their melody in a chorus. The trees gently sway with the calm dash of wind, sending the scent of pine through the air. Her eyes twinkle in the midst of the light. She falls prey to the siren song of sleep, and drifts off while gazing at the sunrise.
Willow williamsPublished 7 years ago in Poets