nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Home on Australia Day
British ships sail by the azure. Uninvited footprints land, upon the stretch of gold. Gunpower erupts, the British evaporate,
Josh ClementsPublished 2 years ago in Poets
The Retreat
Within a restless mind, resides the desire of release, lives lived without peace and yet this is normal. For the norm this is home
Michael L NeuhausPublished 2 years ago in PoetsHuman Tree
Human Tree Take a seed Hold it in your heart Breathe Count to three 1,2,3 Put it in soil Bury it Water it with pure cleanse water
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 2 years ago in Poets
I Little Bit of Aloha
I step off the jet plane to my sweet Hawaii’nei. Home. The sweet smell of aloha. How I love my home. No matter where I live, this here will always be my “home”.
Wales...
My heavy heart, full of feelings, carried by the wind... What? Why? Where?.. I ask into the distance, my sour heart, silent inside...
Meltem ARIKANPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Ode to IDA
Without a moment’s hesitation and completely void of any discrimination, we suffered your wrath Guided by Mother Nature and fueled with a god like vengeance, you obliterated everything in your path
Katniss ForevergreenPublished 2 years ago in Poets
GHOSTS AND THE GOLDEN FALLS OF THE YING-YANG SEA
GHOSTS AND THE GOLDEN FALLS OF THE YING-YANG SEA 黃金瀑布 winter’s wounds sewn together by tender roses exhausted fingers
Robert A BlackPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe free bird
Mighty Wings was flying one day, When it spotted a brother On a human’s balcony, roosted in a cage of gray. One of its own was held prisoner!
Bahora SaitovaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Distance Between
The distance between them is vast Crossing icy blue rivers, Mountains, hills, and forests, Prairie fields adorned with purple weeds
A.M. HartePublished 2 years ago in Poets
Roads I Knew
Every so often I find myself driving on the roads of my hometown. I need no map, I need no guide. Every inch
Deus BoernerPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Sylvan Glades
I slowly turn the key. The radio stops. Muscles relax, tension leaves my body. Thoughts, like falling leaves, slowly settle down.
Margaret DraperPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Where The Water Tastes Normal
There's a place where the water tastes normal, That is treasured in my mind. The cold liquid, tempered by warm summer air,
J. R. LowePublished 2 years ago in Poets
