nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A Small Beginning
Dark, It was dark all around him, Cramped, He could barely move, The walls trapping him wouldn't budge,
Rebecca PattonPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Edge of Extinction
Sitting on the edge of extinction, knowing that I am just a humble speck in the asteroid of humanity, I can't help but wonder
Cathy holmesPublished 2 days ago in PoetsAnamika
Anamika By what name shall I call you, Nameless one, Anamika? In water, land, sky, and beneath, Your sweet name is not written.
Afzal HossainPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Poet's Queen
The Poet's Queen You love me, so I am a poet. My present self is a reflection of your love. The sky, the air, the morning light,
Afzal HossainPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEnchanted by Myself
Enchanted by Myself I search for her Who is closer to me than myself. In my burning desire, I hear her footsteps. Like a skylark, in unquenchable thirst,
Afzal HossainPublished 2 days ago in PoetsGlimmers of Optimism
Prisms of shimmering colors Light the path to serenity Follow the glimmers Watch for the light So bright and occasionally white
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLilacs And Peonies
Introduction A close friend told me how much they loved lilacs and peonies, so I wrote this sonnet for them. The music is "Flowers In The Window" by Travis.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in PoetsNightwatcher
Sitting in the meadow Out under the stars He sits watching Over the yards Protecting all From the pests That roam the area
Mother CombsPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Night-time Rainbow
Standing on beaches, in fields of grass, or in our driveways, With friends, partners, or family members, Or even by ourselves,
Amethyst ChampagnePublished 2 days ago in PoetsLessons from the trees
And suddenly, It didn’t hurt so much anymore Train of thoughts on a paper, Moving so quickly, my pen caught fire
SouluminosityPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Poem of the Night
The sky turns pink and gold, As the sun sinks low. The world The sky turns pink and gold, As the sun sinks low. The world is bathed in warm embrace,
The Willow Tree
In the heart of a serene meadow, where whispers weave, Stands a wise old willow, its branches to receive. Beneath its gentle boughs, a world unfurls, A tapestry of memories, where time twirls.