nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I Feel a Cold Mist on the Back of my Neck
I feel a cold mist on the back of my neck I have to wear lots of clothing, my fingers are cold If my fingers are cold then my hands are cold too
Tommaso BordignonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe place where souls communicate
The place where souls communicate If you go you can hear the birds call You will have fun but you won't be playing with a ball
Tommaso BordignonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLower than the Lowest Point on Earth
Lower than the lowest point on earth It seems lifeless but it is full of life You can't live there but you would The lack of oxygen is to select the worthy
Tommaso BordignonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe place that wears a white blanket
Up there When it's summer you house every species imaginable When it's winter you cover yourself in a white blanket We stay awake during the day and sleep at night
Tommaso BordignonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsUrban Green Spaces
In the midst of the steel and substantial hug, In the core of the city's clamoring pace, A safe-haven unfurls, a verdant elegance,
If
These are my ponderings on what ifs. ►►►►►►►►►► If I were a rich man I would find the poorest people in the United States (my homeland) and feed them. If some of those being fed were cheating and not really poor, I would still feed them without question because that is a person with a broken soul who needs nourishment and nurturing. I would go further and find the poorest nations in the world and feed them also because the poor in the United States are not the only ones in need.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTomorrow Has Been Cancelled
If today has been cancelled what would tomorrow bring? Would it ever arrive or would we stay suspended on the precipice of spring?
R.C. TaylorPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Forest's Whispers
A whispered story begins among the trees (A) A dance of leaves, in shadows, secrets play (B) Nature's verses sung in the wind's soft hymns (A)
Caleb WamwangaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTitle ( Poem) : "Whispers of a Good Life" ( Content writer and content creator Prompt Engineer Taslema Akther Runu from Bangladesh )
Not in mansions built of gold, Nor riches endlessly unrolled, But in sunlit mornings, kiss of breeze, And laughter echoing through the trees.
Taslema Akther RunuPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBeneath the Sky's Embrace
Beneath the sky's embrace, Stories in each face find space, Dreams weave a vibrant hue, Hearts in harmony, notes strew, Symphony of unity, love's celestial view.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsOvercast
Worry. This annoying entity often makes its presence felt at the worst times. The subject popped into my mind as I gazed at the dark clouds that are a huge part of year-end weather.
Michelle LiewPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Breath of the Wind
I close my eyes I hear sound but I am not sure what it is It feels like wind But not any wind This wind is salted The sound of the tents flapping
Tommaso BordignonPublished 3 months ago in Poets