nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Unspoken Conversations: Embracing the Art of Talking to Yourself
As your morning alarm disrupts the tranquility of your sleep, you mutter to yourself, "Why did I set it so early?" While brushing your teeth, the thought crosses your mind, "I need a haircut... unless?" Rushing out the front door, you reach for your keys, only to realize they're not there. Frustration mounts, and you exclaim, "I can't do anything right!"—just in time to notice your neighbor, raising an eyebrow at your seemingly one-sided dialogue.
Christopher EzehPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPlaying in the Snow
Playing in the Snow The sun shining off the white snow Standing feeling the cold wind against my face The ground is full of snow like the Forest of Dean
Joyful Petals
New flowers bloom with the colors of the rainbow. Fresh blossoms burst forth, adorned in rainbow hues. Smiles bloom everywhere in the heart.
Rustling in the Grain
Rustling in the grain, Sunlit waves gently dance, Secrets in the wheat. Every stem, a tale unfolds, Nature's quilt, life's treasures greet.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLOST GENERATION
I am part of a lost generation. and I refuse to believe that I can change the world. I realize this may be a shock but
Brotus KimutaiPublished 3 months ago in Poets"Summit Serenity: A Dance with the Divine"
The place where the sky meets the earth, Atop the lofty mountain peak, Immersed in the embrace of nature, I stand in silent reverence.
Ocean's Whisper: Sunset Harmony
Standing on the edge of the ocean, Watching those waves dance with grace The soft light from the setting sun Casts a mesmerizing glow upon the water's surface
Sneaky Sandcastles At Sunset!
Such golden memories of seaside holidays… Aunts, cousins, brothers… visited my marvellous Nana and Pop! No time wastin’… we skipped early to the beach.
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 3 months ago in PoetsFallen Petals Can Bloom
A forgotten rose is always found by the wayside, And nobody seems to realize how often these slide. One little petal may not make much of a difference now,
Toby HewardPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIt Could Be Beautiful
If only you'd look at it from a different angle Be open enough to behold what's there and forget Forget what you're looking for.
CrooksologyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Contemplation Upon Weeds
Dewdrops kiss my skin A silver coat over my shoulders green There's magic in every morning. In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of Earth's daughters
CrooksologyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhen It Is Safe: The Poems
You may be familiar with Real Poetic's recent challenge: Secret Writers. The prompt: Write a historical microfiction that takes place in the 1800s from the perspective of a slave in America that can secretly read and write.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 3 months ago in Poets