nature poetry

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

Whispers of the Wild
Beneath the sky’s eternal hue, Where sunlight drips like molten gold, The rivers hum their silver tune, And stories of the earth unfold.
By Jhon smith8 months ago in Poets
Under The Blood Moon
Introduction This is my ninetieth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Ekphrastic English Madrigal
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Short-eared Owl
Short eared owl waiting for perfect time to lift off for the nightly hunt Copyright © 1/19/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please like it ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Poets
Lady In The Sky Haiku
Lady In The Sky Haiku She was scared of birds On day she learned to fly high No wings no feathers
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I Walked Away
I Walked Away Verse 1 I was worn by miles and broken nights Dust on my heart, no end in sight I stopped to breathe, to ease the pain
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed8 months ago in Poets
The Circle of Hollow Pines
The Circle of Hollow Pines Three shadows met beneath the pines, their voices threading through the mist. The earth drank their whispered secrets,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
My Respect for the USA
I am an immigrant from India, living in the USA. My first respect for the USA came when, as a young woman, I could ride my bicycle,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Nature versus Humans
Earth is roughly 4.5 billions years old, and the amount of trauma the planet has gone through, Every time Earth pulls through.
By Jen Phillips8 months ago in Poets
The Wizard Who Left The World
The Wizard Who Left The World He walked alone where the sky met stone, each step measured, each breath deliberate. The spellbooks closed like patient sentinels,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Do Not Touch the Roses
Public Announcement DO NOT TOUCH THE ROSES If you are the one of many people that has been picking these roses on the grounds of the owner, please stop immediately.
By Gregory Payton8 months ago in Poets
You Weren’t Supposed to Read This
You weren’t supposed to read this. That was the first line, written in the margin of a notebook I never intended to open again. It wasn’t a warning so much as a plea. The kind you make when you hope the paper itself might protect you from being seen.
By Imran Ali Shah8 months ago in Poets
The Path To Nowhere
The Path To Nowhere I walk when the world has folded into sleep, Streetlights hum like they know my name. The road ahead offers no promises at all,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets