nature poetry

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

The Horse In The Stars
Introduction This is my eighty-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Ekphrastic Bref Double. It is a strict form of sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
Mr. Anna’s
Anna’s Hummingbird, your scarlet colors flashing in palmate maple. Copyright © 12/29/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please give it a ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 9 months ago in Poets
Lovebirds
Golden dayspring, two songbirds serenade, amidst the charming sunflowers, sweetening the nature so romantically.
By Hazel9 months ago in Poets
Deep Slate Instructional
An ace of spades lies on your desk Pick it up Press it close to your chest Now close your eyes count down from 3 s l o w
By Michele Nampalli9 months ago in Poets
The Sea Needs Your Help
The sea needs your help. 🌊 Dog waste and weed killers end♻️ downstream in the bay.🗑️ Please collect dog waste and put it in the trash. Remember the birds and bees when selecting weed killers. Encourage local golf courses to use environmentally friendly practices and products.
By Andrea Corwin 9 months ago in Poets
Plants and Birds
I love nature-based art, so old Japanese paintings, are so soothing. I see sparrows on persimmon, warblers on plum or cherries,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Glove
When you’re on my hands My heat goes up like a dove. Wonders of a glove. Check out my first book “Melanin Memoirs” out now on Amazon
By Joe Patterson9 months ago in Poets
Today I chose not to fall
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Veiled
✨ Veiled sun whispering through treetops, touching the earth in a warm embrace. ✨
By Colleen Walters9 months ago in Poets
Paddy Field and Palms
Sprawling paddy fields tall, lanky palms sway softly nostalgia lingers.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Only in Theaters
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs9 months ago in Poets
Torn From The Top
They tell us the veil was thick— not linen you could fold at night, not fabric that stirred when men passed by, but woven dense with warning,
By Hannah Lambert9 months ago in Poets