nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

you used to call me blaze
i wish you'd use me as a match, strike me against all the rough surfaces, sandpaper, the sidewalk, your own edges. you used to call me blaze,
By Daniel K9 months ago in Poets
Fire
It ended The days of uni All ended The dying inside feeling The living outside sensation Sensation Sensation The fire The flames Of the passing time Of the lasting crime Of Of Of Of - Killing time Burning it It ended The days of uni All ended All ended Stuck in rumination Forever locked Or so it seems Forever... locked? Forever Eternity The movement of the flames of the future Playing childishly with one another Excited, exciting, alluring The garden The fire of the ending of the ending of uni- The fire of the past- The flames of the future- But after the ending: A moth comes visiting the flame of tomorrow.
By Maya Or Tzur9 months ago in Poets
Bear Underground
A brief note: this poem is part of a year-long 72 poem cycle I wrote from October 2023-October 2024 and published on Medium in Scribe.
By Natalie Wilkinson9 months ago in Poets
The Fogged Garden
The Fogged Garden The garden waits beneath the morning fog, flowers bowed under the weight of dew, I wander slowly, tracing paths we once knew,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Celtic Cross That Carried the Roses
Every flame begins with a rupture. Every rose blooms from a fracture. This is not a ritual of control, but a ceremony of creation.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Afterfire. Runner-Up in The Last Flame Challenge.
It's been a year since the wildfire: begat from a hungry orange lick, dancing on November deadgrass, eager to grow. . Flames reached high and burned down our apartment
By Ella Bogdanova9 months ago in Poets
The Last Hearth. Honorable Mention in The Last Flame Challenge.
The last hearth sits In the sea of eternal frost Amongst the once proud pines Ever lit It wards against the darkness Yet year by year
By Matthew J. Fromm9 months ago in Poets
Reflections in the River
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
My Foraging Love
In my life philosophy, foraging is a sacred word. When I lived in native land India it was an alien concept. There was unspoken rule,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Sunlight Fading
Sunlight Fading I sit alone in the room where sunlight fades, shadows draping themselves across the floor, I hold your memory like a fragile flame,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Flames with emotions
When the fire lights small like a candle, my feelings were okay- calm, relaxed, happy … When the fire lights medium like a torch, my feelings were slightly okay-
By Meghan LeVaughn 9 months ago in Poets
Beachy
I like the way the sun spills across the sand, wet, down by the tide line where the laughing edges of what’s left of the wave after it breaks
By Harper Lewis 9 months ago in Poets