nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Ladytree’s Dress of Green Leaves
The falling leaves, detached from the crooked branch, Twirl in synchronized dance, Their blades swiveling in the wind, as a spinning gown,
Octovo LibraPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsNectar
I am a hummingbird, floating along on fragile wings, trying to find nectar to sustain me. I nest in flower bushes to shelter myself
Josey PickeringPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsTo The Black Cat in the Street
Dark as night Eyes like the moon Orbs of Green or yellow You follow Throughout the centuries You are there In the footnotes if history
Beginning The Poetic Journey
I forget how old I was but I was still a child. I spent some years as a cub scout going on small adventures. One was exploring Alpine Park in New Jersey. I learned some basics about living and surviving in the wild. Many activities filled the scenery, for the Boy Scouts organization occupied the land and established a safe and thriving environment for young boys to learn a skill or two. I tried the bow and arrow to rock climbing to running. I grew up playing basketball, football, tried tennis till my wrist hurt too much, and joined the track team in my senior year of high school. But as a preteen, despite how thrilled and vigorous I was for social interaction, I often daydreamed. Getting lost in reverie was something like a hobby. One day it became a necessity.
Christian LeePublished a day ago in Poets
When The Moon Speaks
Moonlight sounds like the morning dew that drips from my window sill. The silent sound that wakes with grace and embraces the sun being undone.
angela descalzoPublished a day ago in PoetsAutumn wind autumn rain autumn chaos, love deep feeling long
Autumn wind autumn rain autumn chaos, love deep feeling long. Half a plain word, a dream, quietly whispering. A, two autumn rain, then a warm summer pouring li became the appearance of late autumn. Isn't it too cold? The sunlight on the fence isn't so bright. Even known as the face of the flowers also lost color, but cold drooping head, waiting for the end of a song when the reincarnation.
ngoc quoc buiPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Brittle Trees Between Olympus and Atlantis
Blessed boney branches of the brittle trees, Bestowed are they, the weak and mighty The strengths of Atlas against seasons of tragedy,
Octovo LibraPublished 3 days ago in PoetsGazing At Seline
"Inside and out, lovely you are," "Like the Moon maiden pale, gazing afar." He said as he pressed a kissing caress, And she pulled away slowly from against his breast.
Emily Marie ConcannonPublished 4 days ago in Poets
Pregnancy
Beautiful baby, beautiful glow, beautiful belly, but nobody knows Nobody knows of the ugly that is not seen but instead carefully hidden behind closed doors
Alisha HayesPublished 5 days ago in PoetsWhere the Wolf Pups Play
There’s trouble in the forest Where the wolf pups play In between the trees Down in the holes with the predator’s prey
McKenzie McQuadePublished 5 days ago in Poets
Beach
It’s a blue and bright deception alive with calmness. People on the end of lines hang over the jetty waiting for a catch.
Michèle NardelliPublished 6 days ago in Poets
The Mermaid
A totally free form poem from the thoughts of a Mermaid. There are lots of songs and poems about these sea creatures and this is mine.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 6 days ago in Poets
