nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Rustling in the Grain
Rustling in the grain, Sunlit waves gently dance, Secrets in the wheat. Every stem, a tale unfolds, Nature's quilt, life's treasures greet.
Printique StudiosPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLOST GENERATION
I am part of a lost generation. and I refuse to believe that I can change the world. I realize this may be a shock but
Brotus KimutaiPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Summit Serenity: A Dance with the Divine"
The place where the sky meets the earth, Atop the lofty mountain peak, Immersed in the embrace of nature, I stand in silent reverence.
Ocean's Whisper: Sunset Harmony
Standing on the edge of the ocean, Watching those waves dance with grace The soft light from the setting sun Casts a mesmerizing glow upon the water's surface
Sneaky Sandcastles At Sunset!
Such golden memories of seaside holidays… Aunts, cousins, brothers… visited my marvellous Nana and Pop! No time wastin’… we skipped early to the beach.
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 4 months ago in PoetsFallen Petals Can Bloom
A forgotten rose is always found by the wayside, And nobody seems to realize how often these slide. One little petal may not make much of a difference now,
Toby HewardPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIt Could Be Beautiful
If only you'd look at it from a different angle Be open enough to behold what's there and forget Forget what you're looking for.
CrooksologyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Contemplation Upon Weeds
Dewdrops kiss my skin A silver coat over my shoulders green There's magic in every morning. In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of Earth's daughters
CrooksologyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhen It Is Safe: The Poems
You may be familiar with Real Poetic's recent challenge: Secret Writers. The prompt: Write a historical microfiction that takes place in the 1800s from the perspective of a slave in America that can secretly read and write.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTree secrets
The tree stands proudly A whiff of wind kisses its leaves Branches whirl slowly. On hot Summer days Scorched limbs bow in agony
CrooksologyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsCenturies Long
I love how you stay, wonderfully beautiful, through centuries long.
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAutumn Leaves and Changes
The Autumn leaves are gracefully falling from the sky in vibrant colors of golds, yellows, oranges, and reds the brisk morning breeze pushing them to fly
Annetta BrownPublished 4 months ago in Poets