nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Beauty of Winter
Is this a rhyme about A frozen pond? The magic I can make when I take out my wand.
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 years ago in PoetsIn Anna’s Garden
Wild Turkeys roam tamely through flowers gone wild they amble in carefree seclusion enjoying sheltered freedom while strolling in Anna’s garden
Jan PortugalPublished 2 years ago in PoetsA Morning Walk
A morning walk through the trees Beneath a canopy of colored leaves The yellows, the browns and all shades of green Becoming a treasured part of my routine
Seasons chasing each other
Seasons chasing through The year. Never meeting off, The others, knowing. We know but never Touch but in thought; never see.
Jeannine KauffmannPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Lily and The Storm
The white cliffs of Dover plunged beneath Lily’s feet Her gaze lay upon the sea’s unrest Her mind bent towards the clouded west
Anthony StaufferPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Where Do Wild Birds Die
WHERE DO WILD BIRDS DIE Their forms outlined against the sky, I wonder where they go to die. Their song it trills with sweet refrain,
Kate RonanPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Where Do Wild Horses Go?
I sat upon the hilltop and watched the land below, S Soon, I had to ponder, where do, wild horses go? Their hoof-beats simply echo across a barren land,
Kate RonanPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Freedom For Horses
We took them from the prairies. Left their family lives behind, We locked them, and confined them, Put shackles on their minds.
Kate RonanPublished 2 years ago in PoetsOn Crystal Beach
On a warm sunny July afternoon, the flaxen light, pearl clouds and ivory birds paint the aegean celeste. Below the pointy moss green mountains, the song of the ocean waves play some music for the natives to hear. The cool tropical wind plays the drums and adds some beat to the song. The song went from a quiet, soft and slow chant to an upbeat hit that would be played for hours on end.
Talia DevoraPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Heaven On Earth
I've been to heaven once or twice It's real nice but Earth has it's own heaven if you open your eyes If you step out of the cities
Sarah JanePublished 2 years ago in Poets
Death
Death is the permanent full stop to the journey of life. It has the power of wiping out all the pain from us.... An each day we are too busy,..., to gain money,.. happiness,,..earthly possessions,..
Flower Child
The picture in mind is a wildling female spirit. Stripped of societies standards, connected to something more unearthly almost cosmic...
Crystal WolfPublished 2 years ago in Poets
