nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A Celestial Lantern
A phoenix born of radiant flames, Emerges as the darkness wanes. A creature born from ash and fire, Defies darkness and soars higher.
Varsha ElizabethPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPoet about beauty full Flowers
Not only the cultivated ones in parks and gardens, unfolding immaculate petals on a terrace or trellis, and not just the wild ones, kissed by elegant birds
Shazee TahirPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFireflies and Roses
Fireflies in a jar Full of roses Lighting up the night And filling up the room With the scent of the petals Like the rose,
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBluebonnets and Bees
In a jar full of blue Is all my love for you Yellow petals combine Showing our love entwine A scent you can almost see Drawing to it the honey bee
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsOde to Conscience Like Snow Patterns
Falling snow softly covers everything under a white fleece, Every twig, branch, tree; every mound, hill and mountain.
Annemarie BerukoffPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFreedom
Autumn wind rustles through the leaves Barely letting light in. Clara happily wanders and weaves Dancing gayly with a bright grin.
Aythan MaconachiePublished 3 months ago in PoetsIn the Night
In the night's hushed forge, Whispers shape the dreams' embrace, Dawn cradles hope's art.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Roses Bloom Of Winter
Upon the darkness comes a carpet of night, Soon awoken by a shimmer fair and bright. With but a twinkle I saw its first breath,
Toby HewardPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSpring rain
Poem: SPRING RAIN I am the daughter of the loom Weaving silk all year round with my old mother A child's heart is still like a white silk tree
Abecedarian Creek
A babbling brook careening down every
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNever Knew to Cry for Help
wicked weather tore down a lot of my dreams; the ground shook under each foot I put forward; never knew to cry for help when the steady rain always fell in one direction it’s ever casted.
Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"Published 3 months ago in PoetsFeathered Verses
Another day goes by, Bluejays squawk, eat seed and fly Careening through the air Daylight has begun to break Early birds fly down to the lake
Xine SegalasPublished 3 months ago in Poets