nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Green
Green brought me back from the brink Sprouted beneath my feet And told me to slow down Green stained my hands when I was a child
Laura JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in Poetsbluetiful
A young tree split by the force of a storm What is felt? Something pushed to crack or sacrifice snaps through like that
CandystorePublished 3 years ago in Poets
Colors of Creation
Colors of Creation By Sofanya Between dream and slumber I awakened A vision filled with colors never seen Moving and mixing, undulating patterns
Sofanya WhitePublished 3 years ago in PoetsGreen
I never understood favorite colors The decisiveness of it all Like settling on a mortgage Or a soul mate I made up my mind
Olivia BoothPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Coming Blue
The sea has spoken to me, about the colour I see. ‘Are you sure I am blue?’, she asks. ‘I come and go, I bring up and take back’’.
Martha MargincoldPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Borahae
My breath is full of lilacs, lavender, and lupine. I inhale you - you and the purple flowers on the wind. I feel dizzy:
Kitty FermengsPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Yellow is Happy;
Yellow is Happy. Yellow’s relationship with happy is learned early: our bright sun brings summer, the flame on candles ignites birthday wishes,
Trinity BurchPublished 3 years ago in Poetsgoldenrod
Sometimes you can’t find any Sometimes you’ve seen better Sometimes you get there only to find it’s all gone or worse, died
CandystorePublished 3 years ago in Poetsthe conception of a meteor
Did you see that star? Did you see how it shot it’s brilliant being so far from where it started, right into the vast, unbroken canvas of the universe?
Maggie HollowayPublished 3 years ago in Poets
My Jades
black u were always my favourite ,making me proud how stunning and simple u are ,making me believe I don’t need to open my mind into a different sight ,black is my colour it goes well with anything
Rewild my brave forest heart
I have sturdy antlers grown, Rockpool eyes and forest heart, Roots weaving, drumming tapestries, Through soil webs
RiverSongHeartPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Green Thumb
Quiet in the verdant corners, ‘Neath bowers heavy with blooming things, While momma kneels and cuts and curses, Sunlight on her silver rings.
Ursula HebertPublished 3 years ago in Poets
