nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
- Top Story - March 2022
Crush
Little flower How did it feel? When they broke your stem whispered against your petals and suffocated you with words not clear enough to comprehend.
Josey PickeringPublished 2 years ago in Poets Toad and Frog
I walk alone to reach the path, I have no bag just my shiny flask. I hear the tale of the toad and the frog, To see the two would surely lift my fog.
Aiden KlimovPublished 2 years ago in PoetsColors of the World
Red is rage and utter fury Or oozing blood when skin is broken But it also means the bliss of love O'er which many and angry word is spoken.
Bekah JimenezPublished 2 years ago in PoetsCabo Raso
* Sadness really comes out of nowhere, the sun's not so low yet. * These sand dunes catch the low light, so nicely.
The Grand Canyon
A sky-wide wonder unlike any other National Park, and marquee elevation everywhere as far as the eye can see. Even as a child who expected massive, this was too much for me.
R. N. M. HaubrockPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Plan Was To Take Route 66
I took myself for a drive today. I had a plan, a destination in mind. I came to the split in the highway and my intuition said “Guthrie.” This destination felt different inside than the plan I originally had. I felt my solar plexus. I turned off Maps. I went.
Erin LucasPublished 2 years ago in PoetsRoots
Back to basics now; This is what needs to be; Slow breathing; Steady thought. Time with rhythm though I know not how Pulsing, ever like a heartbeat;
Jessica TaylorPublished 2 years ago in PoetsLuna Selene
Soft trees beneath the sky Me beneath the trees A hazy spring bloom carried in the wind Growing in the ground Leaving stains on my knees
isthecoporamiPublished 2 years ago in PoetsColeridge's Sonnet to the Autumnal Moon
Intro - Coleridge’s Sonnet to the Autumnal Moon (Autumnal meaning of, occurring in, or characteristic of Autumn) was written in 1788, when Coleridge was 16 years old. In this sonnet, Coleridge compares the idea of Hope to the Moon, practically personifying Hope as the Moon herself.
Oblivion
Staring off until oblivion feels like an eternity moving at the full speed nothing can stop this incredible journey. Boundless and endless so many words and emotions convulsing within the body. Remember the Disney movie “Inside Out” just to give you a visual of just what I am describing, oh sweet oblivion, a splendid trip taking a rise to a dark black hole a sea of dreams. Does it frighten or excite you? That is the number one question. Do you take the leap or stay in the normalcy of comfort. The imagination of the mind is so fascinating the expansion of the world's endless possibilities.
Corinne Del CidPublished 2 years ago in PoetsNight Unfolding
the dark blue waters of evening had pooled in the bay hemmed in by mountains studded with lights when i saw you for the first time and thought "at last, we meet again."
Maria StallmannPublished 2 years ago in PoetsWhen the Sun Kissed the Moon
When the sun kissed the moon on its way back from heaven To slake its mighty thirst on the perpetual vigil she keeps Observing worker ants scuttling and scurrying this way and that