nature poetry

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

Carnations in the Snow
Gorgeous full blooms of multiple hues 💐 Arranged lovingly in a flower vase 💐 Decor set off by snow-encrusted windows 💐
By Mother Combs8 months ago in Poets
Downy Waits
Downy Woodpecker resting between suet bites waiting for her turn Copyright © 1/17/ 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
The Beach
Look there, at that torn edge of the wave, ripping white across the horizon. Over here, the foam bubbles over the scalloped edge of lace lapping sand, teasing it darker, wetter.
By Harper Lewis 8 months ago in Poets
White stone on a black stone
I will die in Blue Ridge, on a frozen day, a day that has already come and gone. I will die in Blue Ridge—and what's the use—
By Sean Balogh8 months ago in Poets
When Night Turns to Day
When Night Turns to Day The night has held its quiet reign, Shadows whisper of loss and pain. Stars fade slowly, retreating light,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Spa Day at Outstages Cafe Spa
My work is an exploration of the "ambiguous place between reality and illusion," where digital environments and organic textures merge to create a new, hybrid form of storytelling. I operate at the intersection of technology and tradition, using modern digital tools to amplify the "ancestral echoes" of those who came before me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
Dangerous High Bridge
Public Service Announcement Refreshing air fills your lungs, 420 feet above the river. Inhale the sweet aroma of evergreen trees, and experience scents the wind brings to you. The cascading, rushing river renews life. Ravens and eagles soar, calling in joyous freedom, catching updrafts. Giant evergreen trees stack the hillsides or create river turns with their fallen branches. Some days, clouds of cumulus, stratus, or cirrus float above, shifting into animal shapes. Vaping or smoking sullies the clean air. Forbidden. Campfires, loud music, and alcohol drinking and partying destroy the serenity. Forbidden.
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Poets
Pheasants Start to Call
In the dense brown grasses, Thatched above the snow, At dawn and dusk, The pheasants start to speak their minds, In their harsh two-note crows,
By Natalie Wilkinson8 months ago in Poets
Carbon Fingertips
There is soot on my fingertips and carbon in my lungs. I cannot taste the dreams on my breath Because I've lost The ability to breathe.
By Silver Daux8 months ago in Poets
Rather
I’d rather be alone Than with misery I won’t miss you But you might miss me That’s not my problem You made the bed Now lay down and rest your head
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Where Light Learns To Speak
Where Light Learns To Speak The rose did not arrive to be admired or owned, it stood within its own red thinking, calm and exact.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
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By Cadma8 months ago in Poets