nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Swell
I open my eyes and to my surprise, under the morning skies a rising swell did appear. As I slept last night waves rolled in my sight
In the Stillness of the Night
In the stillness of the night Humbled I sit quietly alone Wrapped in a whispering blanket Surrounded with my senses The stillness of the night
Lewis Stan JacobsPublished 3 years ago in PoetsTale of Fiori Wilhelmina Wilt:
When Fiori Wilhelmina Wilt, Princess of the Fair-folk was but a wee bulb, the wind Goddess Wisk, forcefully, gales her across the sea-
Saroyan ColesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsOn Our Way
A broken tree branch still and resting on the trunk it grew on A thousand shades of green flashing by A gold glow on everything
Abby JacobsenPublished 3 years ago in Poets
The Bear
It comes through the trees Towering over branches and leaves Its footsteps being so quiet Because its life is oh so private
Cathryn DennisonPublished 3 years ago in Poets
wherefore art thou
when I was a boy I didn’t realize a rose could open they always died curled up as if each petal was trying to escape then when they dried
Jonathan FieroPublished 3 years ago in Poets
The storm moves
A rash crack of thunder hammers the air with its brutal fist The night sky lit with the fire flash of lightening My heart is witness
James M. PiehlPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Favourite Bonfire Night
Favourite Bonfire Night Let me take you to a time I will forever cherish. A time that stood still as we made lifelong memories. A time to outlive a lifetime. A lifetime to appreciate the time of our lives.
Akinlade AyomidePublished 3 years ago in Poets
In the beginning
In the beginning there was nothing at all No time and no space that I can recall It all began in what seemed like a bang Vibrations of energy through the cosmos sang
Jordan ThijssenPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Seasons
Seasons As the seasons change Things become strange But like life Without strife What would be the wander? With nothing to ponder
Lee ParkerPublished 3 years ago in Poets
The Rugged Blood
This small collection of simple poems are inspired by, rather than about different parts of the country I have visited over the years. They have been written on location, usually with a nice pint of stout or cider depending on the weather :)
Stephan D MutchPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Deadliest Storm
There's a storm coming It's a freezing sort of wind But ice isn't what attracts this cold Fangs and heat and rows of teeth
Chrissy BarnhillPublished 3 years ago in Poets
