nature poetry

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

Whispers of Earth and Sky
Morning spills gold across the quiet sky, A hush of light where silver seabirds fly. Their wings like whispers brush the waking air,
By Jhon smith7 months ago in Poets
February Landscape
Spring has sprung all around With tips of green poking from the ground Splashing the February landscape Patches of vibrant flowers in a colorful drape
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Poets
Chaotic Cyclones
Unpredictable Meteorological Extravaganza. * I figure extreme weather events such cyclones, floods, blizzards, tsunamis and bushfires are extremely unpredictable and qualify as extravaganzas (a very elaborate and expensive show or performance)!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶7 months ago in Poets
Whispered Red
Whispered Red Whispered red descends, On the breath of morning’s chill, Gone before the sigh. ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ I watch it fall and wonder,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Poem: Seeing is Believing through the Eye of the Happy Heart
🚀Life Stories: Finding Inner Peace 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 🚀 Eye of the Storm: Touching the Moon of Love
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne7 months ago in Poets
The Water Drop
💧💧💧💧 The water drop hangs The intent is very clear Anticipation 💧💧💧💧 Till next time, Calvin Entry in the "Haiku of Now" challenge:
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
Hovering Over Destiny
A sparrows landing in search of a limb symbolic of God’s signature.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudson7 months ago in Poets
Butterfly
The Monarch's wings spread out to welcome the sun. Celebrating success over trials won. Its color schemes emit the feeling of ease,
By Moni Martinez7 months ago in Poets
The Animals We’ve Made
Animals were not Always this way. They used to Look quite different. A type of wolf saw The food we left and followed. Staying, became dogs.
By Gabriel B. Shames7 months ago in Poets
Nature Therapy
Nature time is healing, for my whole being, and I am lucky to have abundance in my vicinity. To get away from the chaos
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Unseen
I am friends with the maple tree in my front yard I go outside and hug her, tight around her trunk. I feel her support me.
By Felix McCann7 months ago in Poets
Morning Inspiration.. AI-Generated.
The Morning the River Spoke Elias pulled the collar of his worn coat tighter around his neck and stepped out onto the back porch. The cold hit him immediately, a sharp, clean shock to the system that was far preferable to the stale heat of the small cabin he was renovating. He was a city planner from Boston, a man whose life was measured in square footage, zoning laws, and deadlines. He had come to this remote corner of the state for solitude, to escape the noise, but so far, he had only succeeded in bringing the noise with him. His mind was still a jumble of emails, permits, and the lingering sting of a project that had just fallen through.
By Crystal S7 months ago in Poets