nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Feast
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poetsa through zebra
Apples to keep the doctor away. Birds tweeting in the sky. Cats creeping around waiting to strike. Dogs want to show you their love.
Anthony TerryPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAn Adventurer
Adventures are my happy place But one day I’ll go to space, for now, Countries that I can, to meet people like you and me.
Frances HelenaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThunderous Whispers
Thunderous whispers, Storm's embrace, a dance of tears, Earth sighs, renewed.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGrumpy Earth
Grumbling old man earth, Cracking upon each lil' quake, Universal Grouch.
Toby HewardPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhat the Tree is Wearing
As I sit and look at you Blossoms bounce on bare branches. Cloudy clusters crowding Dotting their pinkness on brown spindles.
Rachel DeemingPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Golden Rose
Legend has it There’s a golden rose That if you can find it, And give it to your steadfast love Then they’ll be yours forever
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Lost Unicorn
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Last of Us
I see you for what you are The magic you hide from the world A magic that only those pure of heart can see You try to hide it
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsATMOSPHERES
Aeons ago, atoms exploded into formless space, Bonding together by a force of attraction, Coalescing into molecular matter,
Jon H. DavisPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWORLD NEWS FLASHES
Adventurous alchemist acquires ancient alien artifacts. Beautiful Byzantine bronze bowls buried beneath Badlands bog. Curious, clever chipmunks creeping, cunningly catch crickets.
Jon H. DavisPublished 3 months ago in Poetsas he is
as he is and i watch him full of chaos, anger, and love so, we are both alone i then watch the puffing of his chest and when it descends, inevitable
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in Poets