nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Dreamers Door
She drank from the ocean and unwound her ties Escaping the darkness, secrets and lies She danced along the shore and swam across the sea
Nicole (Nikki) M.Published 7 years ago in PoetsMan's Tempest
Last night I had a dream, I saw the great ocean swirl in red Sea creatures ingesting poisonous materials All lay lifeless
Made in the Milky Way
You are the nearest I will ever comeTo seeing space up close. Your eyes remind me of galaxies,Their twinkle the stars that fill them Made of light and wonderThat shine with the promise that‘Everything will be okay.’
Liz ShannonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSky
Bright sun, Your warmth shears amongst these closed eyelids. Flashes of objects pass as my eyes open My view is greeted by a vast marine sky
The Moon
Although the moon goes through phases, Nothing fazes the moon. The crickets continue to incessantly chirp. I am not the moon.
Lucas HymanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Butterfly and the Bee
The butterfly sees everything it could be The bee is paranoid of everything around it. This makes the butterfly naive to reality
Lucas HymanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSummer's Night
The sun has fallen beyond the horizon, The moon playfully starts across the sky. Tonight, she is bold and full. Silver blue light graces everything,
Steph BatesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMother Earth's Reality
She only wanted peace; she wanted her voice to be heard through endless rivers and the highest mountains, but she resided only to be the whispers of the wind that drifted.
Moon
Shyly dipping behind dark clouds, Her grace is even clearer, Her silver light shining, that cold light, Seductively driving you onwards.
Mariam NaeemPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInto the Twilight
The raindrops "pit-pitung"ed against the metal drainpipe, tiny gunshots in the silence of the night. It was as though the clouds were sending me Morse codes messages, each dit and dah falling from the sky in a beautiful cacophonous symphony. I wished I could still decode these messages, I'm sure the song would have been entrancing.
Jessica DesplenterPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBrentor
Isolated outlier, virulent against the landscape casting sharp shadows deep over Brinsabach. Raise your eyes to see the commendations,
Simon WardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTwilight of Autumn
On this blissful day Heaven descends a tear of paradise And a waterfall gently cascades Its rippling chatter whispers its name to me