nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Hidden Mystery
Soft and gentle, the zephyr's caress Whispers secrets of the cosmos A dance of wind, a lover's touch Embracing all who dare to close their eyes and feel
Raj’s VocalPublished 3 months ago in PoetsINFP "The Gentle Negotiator"
With gentle soul, a dreamer's heart they hold, INFP, in quietude their mind takes flight, A world unseen, in visions yet untold,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsINFP "The Harmonist Mediator"
Within a heart that teems with gentle dreams, A fortress built of thought and deep desire, The INFP, with introspective schemes,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Hardest Decision
The splashing charming little stream, you are even nicer than, the last time I saw you, a long time ago... but, still I feel the same,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Ancient Wisdom of the Turtle
With eyes like pools reflecting ancient skies, I've watched the world in slow, deliberate guise. Centuries etched upon my carapace so strong,
The Green Grass
A tale of life begins each day In a field where green lives play. Showing Emerald blades, a carpet spread, Under the skies, where seeds are fed.
The WriterPublished 3 months ago in PoetsCluster of Three Haiku
We need fellowship. We long to be very close. Common hobbies shared. ~ We need to truth-tell. We long to be so honest.
Rowan FinleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsCity Girl
You are supposed to like trees, Butterflies and birds and bees And all the nasty bits of nature In this pursuit, I am a failure.
TheSpinstressPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTrail Mix
I need me a fix of a snack that hits and really kicks. Hook me up with a big bag of trail mix. Blame my taste buds. They’re the ones to hold at fault for my love of that giant bag of sugar and salt.
Joe PattersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Orchard
The Orchard In the orchards where my childish dreams would unfurl I'd wander in awe, still a carefree girl Beneath the boughs where apples hung like jewels I found solace in nature's timeless rules Beside the creek, I'd watch the water caress the pebbles as butterflies danced on air I'd plant myself right there Apples crisp and tart, a gift from nature's hand A juicy red, more brilliant than any ruby in the land In those moments, life was sweet and slow Each apple a memory, with each bite, I'd grow Simple joys, in simplicity I’d find In apples alone, my smile would shine Though years have passed and times have changed In memories, my childhood dreams remain A taste of innocence, a sip of days gone by This simple gift, the apple of my eye
Nichole CampbellPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWalk In The Woods
I don't bring a compass or a map when I venture into the woods. I just walk, and walk, and walk. Maybe I'll wind my way around to the next house over, the garden now overgrown and the occupant now far away. There'll be no friendly hello or offer of tea if I step out there anymore.
Kelsey ClareyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsStorms
In the heart of tempest's rage, behold, Where clouds converge, dark and bold, A symphony of chaos, untamed, In thunder's roar, its fury named.