nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
My House of Bricks
Bricks. Climbing bricks on a foggy morning. It must be around 3:00 AM. The streetlights have a certain dalliance then. They're pushing
Andrea LawrencePublished 2 years ago in PoetsWe Draw Apart the Sky
We draw apart the sky With cold fingers Not unkind or cruel, But with a sense of finality. We draw apart the sky
Minte StaraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsOnce upon a Dream (of December, year 1997)
Wait's lasting Sun is cold Soon comes snow Rest's falling Wind is told To follow. What as a next step ? When will fall the rep ?
The garden
The garden was full of fertility and life full of an abundant amounts of fruits and flowers. The stream flows peacefully through all four directions
Danielle MosleyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSeasons
We cherish Mother Earth for the way she changes seasons. She gracefully shifts from scorching Father Sun feeding sunlight to the grass, to autumn breezes and early moonlight. Then, she turns the colorful leaves into snowflakes that cake the grass and kiss our cheeks. Slowly, that snow begins to melt, and she changes again. Underneath the snow, she reveals beautiful budding flowers. The color contrasts after stark-white snow for months are breathtaking. She is always changing.
Rosehips
Light like scarlet red pointy like ruby starfruit sleeping in the nettle towers. Spicy and sour soaked in burning water
Talia DevoraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsA Lovely Day Wandering Around the Park
Colors all around Hear the fallen leaves crushing Aromas flowing A poem for nature! Nature is a must in everybody's life,
Sharing RandomlyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSunrise
Sunrise By You walk slowly to the table In your oversized grayish shirt With two black cups of green tea I fall in love with you in that skirt
Khalida ParveenPublished 2 years ago in PoetsTo the First Leaf of My Garden's Maple
To the first leaf of my garden's maple, I have seen you transforming from a little, ingenuous bud into a sensible doyen of the tree.
Khalida ParveenPublished 2 years ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2021
I am of the ocean
I am of the ocean But my heart belongs to the trees The wild birches and oak forests With leaves and moss so green Dirt trails made in secret
Aubrey BerryPublished 2 years ago in Poets Shades of Grey
I’m in a world of shades of grey, Not black nor white, There’s a light grey, A darker grey, A very light grey, The grey they called it ash,
Khalida ParveenPublished 2 years ago in PoetsRain Sounds
Rainy day in the city is pouring off the rooftop dripping scattered from the grey sky dropping tears plink-plonking stringing down the hair, hanging wet
Maureen Kellar-KirbyPublished 2 years ago in Poets