nature poetry

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

  • Rhema-beth Boalch
    Published 3 years ago
    Reverent

    Reverent

    She closes her eyes and breathes.Deep. Reverent.An unspoken prayer of adoration.
  • Linda Balboni
    Published 3 years ago
    Majestically Free

    Majestically Free

    Minute glinting
  • Dakota King
    Published 3 years ago
    Somewhere in Germany

    Somewhere in Germany

    Yellow flowers on a train track,
  • Paul Crocker
    Published 3 years ago
    Crows Perched On A Railing
  • Paul Crocker
    Published 3 years ago
    Birds
  • Paul Crocker
    Published 3 years ago
    Admirals of the Skies

    Admirals of the Skies

    They are the admirals of the skies.
  • Paul Crocker
    Published 3 years ago
    Happiness Belongs To Me

    Happiness Belongs To Me

    I felt like nobody cared. With me, no secrets were shared. A lonesome soul was I. Until I was given the love of a special guy. Then I could clearly see. That happiness belongs to me. Was left by everyone that I knew. Condemned to a life of feeling blue. But the sun rose again in my sky. Someone caring explained to me why. There is potential and worth in my destiny. Which means happiness belongs to me. I once believed that I was far beyond repair. That there was nothing left to love there. Until a man came and whispered in my ear. That he holds my love so very dear. His words unlocked my heart like a symbolic key. Proving happiness belongs to me.
  • M.L. Sukala
    Published 3 years ago
    Blue Winter Wood

    Blue Winter Wood

    we built Us with a capital U
  • Jessica Smith
    Published 3 years ago
    Waves

    Waves

    Waves crash against the shore,
  • Ethan Stiles
    Published 3 years ago
    Pilgrim

    Pilgrim

    A son of man
  • Paul Crocker
    Published 3 years ago
    Bloodiest Bloom

    Bloodiest Bloom

    They say the rose is the flower of romance.
  • Paul Crocker
    Published 3 years ago
    Flaming Branches of the Ozimanda Tree

    Flaming Branches of the Ozimanda Tree

    Can you hear the calling through the woodland maze?