nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Golden Fields Whisper
Golden fields whisper, Harvest dreams unfold in flight, Autumn's tapestry.
Printique StudiosPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMoonlit Cottonwoods
Moonlit cottonwoods, Whispers in the night's soft breath, Life's dance unfolds, free.
Printique StudiosPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFreddy the Fox's Fancy Feast
In a forest green, where tall trees sway, Lived Freddy the Fox, always ready to play. With a fluffy tail and a cunning grin,
The Fisherman's Day
By the river, the fisherman stands tall, Casting his line, giving his all. With patience and hope, he waits for a bite,
Click
Ah, there it is The click The gears have been spinning so long I forgot they could do that It came as a whisper Unbidden, unbound from any thought
Vicious AvaricePublished 4 months ago in PoetsRacoon
Saw a racoon, This morning it scared, Me to witness it, Very cool, though, it was, Huge, and brown, and white, Covered in battle scars,
Tambourine ManPublished 4 months ago in PoetsUndressing of One’s Unnatural Existence
He runs through the wilderness showering in the fresh air, A smile on his face puts him back where he belongs, Jogging the trails made from animals past,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 months ago in PoetsChild of the Wind, Part Two
I am a child of the Wind. The storm stoked that night, Battering the house, blasting Blowing Suddenly, the quiet before the storm
Andrea CorwinPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Woman with Red Hair
A woman with red hair in the woods A gentle breeze Red hair wild with movement Vivid Like the flicker of an open flame Her posture is confident
The staying power of the gourds
Amazing is how I describe you looking Better than your larger Cousins as you thrive and are not Destroyed by the winter
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNoticed Moments of Hopeful Times
You spotted me walking down the road of my hope You help me see it through, a peaceful place of remembrance You're the golden child that I never had, a walk with you is like magic
Mason DarniellePublished 4 months ago in PoetsIt's A Wonderful World
Auras of amber at the break of day, Beneath the boughs where the bluebirds play. Canvas of clouds in a vast display, Dewdrops on daisies, a morning ballet.
Varsha ElizabethPublished 4 months ago in Poets