nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

THE WOMAN WHO KEPT TUESDAY
THE WOMAN WHO KEPT TUESDAY I found Tuesday in my shed, It sat behind the door, I knew that it was Tuesday, I’d seen its face before.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
THE MAN WHO BOUGHT A CLOUD
THE MAN WHO BOUGHT A CLOUD A fellow bought a little cloud, He found it at a fair, The bloke who sold it told him, Just keep it in the air.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
It Never Fails
I. Smog covers L.A. like some kid went crazy with Rust-O-lium spray. II. Tallest tower seen, glass panel glitters in rays of red, gold and green.
By Dean Traylor20 days ago in Poets
Thursdays Could Be November
Thursdays could be November dressed in rust wrapped in gray and blurred by fog filled with echoes of long sighs death, not quite done
By Ellie Hoovs20 days ago in Poets
Spending The Afternoon with Good Friends
She made pineapple upside down cake Reminding me of my mother as she would bake she made the same cake until we all couldn't take it anymore. Can you imagine that, she couldn't shake her making of pineapple upside down cake!
By Denise E Lindquist21 days ago in Poets
GRANNY’S BIG BLOOMERS
GRANNY’S BIG BLOOMERS Granny has big bloomers, She hangs them on the line, All the kids at school tease, And ask me, “Are they mine?”
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 21 days ago in Poets
WHAT COLOUR IS THE WIND
WHAT COLOUR IS THE WIND What colour is the wind, That brushes past my face? Does it borrow shades of blue, From every distant place?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 21 days ago in Poets
THE GATHERING
THE GATHERING Neuro Art Pic by Marie381Uk They gathered without a sound, Bright strangers on the ground, Each carried something strange, A colour born from change.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 21 days ago in Poets
Merry Go Round
He came to me one night in a dream With magical words I could never imagine Standing patiently through sunlight and rain Feeding them to me like some lyrical message
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden21 days ago in Poets
THE NIGHT OF THE THUNDERSTORM
THE NIGHT OF THE THUNDERSTORM The thunder woke me up. It shook the window glass. I pulled the covers close. And prayed the storm would pass.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 22 days ago in Poets
THE ROAR OF THE STORM
THE ROAR OF THE STORM And the lightning strikes ** The dark clouds are passing overhead now. The sky’s no longer blue. The wind has started blowing fiercely.
By Margaret Brennan22 days ago in Poets
Should I Depart Early
Should I depart early and should my absence be felt, know this, dear feeling one: there are steps to a place where I will yet always be.
By Gabriel Huizenga23 days ago in Poets