nature poetry

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

Tenuous Cobweb
tenuous cobweb i feel on face and limbs that time of the year Note: Late summer is the time when I see cobwebs everywhere. Sometimes, I can't see the cobweb, and I feel the presence on my face and limbs.
By Seema Patel30 days ago in Poets
The Rose (poem 2)
The Enchanted Emerald Rose boxes Within a garden where the shadows sleep, A strange and precious rose begins to bloom, Its emerald petals secrets softly keep, While ruby edges chase away the gloom.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
Yosemite
nature’s grand beauty inspired the soul of john muir enchanting millions Note: It's the beautiful, awe-inspiring Yosemite National Park, California.
By Seema Patel30 days ago in Poets
Acorn Heart
acorns on the ground invite me to come and play i make a heart art Note: I love to play with natural materials.
By Seema Patel30 days ago in Poets
The Enchanted Emerald Rose
The Enchanted Emerald Rose Beneath the morning’s silver light, A secret flower came to be, With emerald leaves and crimson flame, A bloom that whispered back to me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
My Morning
This morning I was out of bed early as usual Time to catch up on mail, stories, everything beautiful Well, it was raining. The sun is missing this morning The day will get better. Or maybe it is a warning ~ As I start to type a response to a fellow writer a chuckle starts to come. How I forgot my chiropractor yesterday. It felt so dumb. That is what I went to town for and then there was more. I took my computer to be the editor and forgot to save the work I had done. Oh boy. My day just came undone. ~ Starting over today. I have nothing but a noon meeting I will redo my editing, I will be ready for the day, I will be writing for this publication. Then I hear my phone. A text message saying, "I am here, are you near?" Oh no, how did I manage to mess this up? I thought it was a meeting I was going to on Friday. ~ It is Thursday isn't it, was my thoughts. I will call and say I'm sorry, I got the days mixed up. I didn't know it was Thursday "Ooops... so sorry, is it Thursday? I will check my calendar." I am not ready, it will take me a minimum of half hour to be a passenger. ~ "You are right, it is Friday. It is a check-in for the hotel on Thursday. Even if we were staying, we wouldn't need to check in this early." I am so relieved it isn't me! I totally messed up yesterday. ~ I missed my chiropractor appointment. I am surely going to apologize for that when we reschedule. If there was a place out here for breakfast I would meet you, but no, and hey I woke up hungry and had cereal. See you tomorrow bright and early. Due to the weather, it will be a much better day to go.
By Denise E Lindquist30 days ago in Poets
The Eyes That Remember
The Eyes That Remember I found you staring through the page, With eyes that seemed to know my name. A silent face from somewhere else, Yet somehow nothing felt the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Poets
A Cabin for Solitude
little cabin tucked in oak, maple, laurel woods soul seeks such solitude
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Photography Was His Life
Photography Was His Life Photography was his life, Through every lens he saw the light, He carried cameras everywhere, Searching for a moment floating there.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Dear Ant
You think you're clever running around, Creeping up on me, Without making a sound. Today; You chose my laptop, Running around my screen,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Poets
As I Wander...
As I wander down this path, With tall trees rich with leaves, Field upon field of pastures green, Breathing in the fresh air for oxygen
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Poets
A Handful of Ash
There is a sound a house makes when it knows it is dying. Not the windows exploding. Not the timbers cracking. Not the hungry roar of flame.
By S.E.Linnabout a month ago in Poets