nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
When The Snow Falls
Softly, softly, Falling from the sky, Covering the ground in white. This white blanket comforts me, While through the silent tinkling
Carol TownendPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDay 9/10/11
I would like to make this a prefix to all henceforth posts Wishing myself more good life before all others do And I pray the Almighty enlarge my coasts
Abiodun AbbeyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Prayer for Winter Solstice
Flow — oh so gently — into fading light, And embrace the soft luminous darkness; Rest, rest thoroughly, through Winter's long night.
j.e.ridpathPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWinter's Whisper
In the hush of winter's silent embrace, A world transformed, adorned with grace. A quilt of snow on the earth's soft bed,
Kailee phillipsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSetting Sail
The shell is broken (walls are down) - Cuts uncalloused fingers young with age - The calmest water turns around.
Barb DukemanPublished 4 months ago in PoetsColour Gives it Rhyme
A dark green shadow cements a soft green streak to the casuarina and a white fence that keep company with a creek. . Home to a feathered menagerie
Nocturnal Pursuit
I am the watcher of the night so enthrall. Observing nocturnal killers catching their prey. Tis one who is human, is the most dangerous predator of all.
Slumbering Runaway
The coal's flame dwindled in the fire pit Fair and cold lay the red headed maiden Alone in the winter wood Chill wind whispered through her frizzy braids
McKenzie McQuadePublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Ship of the Desert
The ship of the desert. Camels are known for their extraordinary patience and being the ones who can travel for days on end in the desert without water. It can do this because it is accepting of things that it knows it cannot control.
Michelle LiewPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBeneath the Azure Sky
Beneath the azure sky, Koi waltz in a ballet's trance, Dreams brushed by fins' soft dance, Liquid canvas of delight, Whispers weave life's vibrant sprite.
Printique StudiosPublished 4 months ago in PoetsStudent Dream
Backpack heavy, notebooks full, Sleepy eyes but spirit sprightly, Schoolroom hum, a teacher's lull, But inside, dreams burn fiercely!
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsUnder Dark Skies
I’ve known the stars, but known their absence too. I’ve seen my heroes bronzed in distant fire, I’ve seen the onyx night stained through and through.
Steve HansonPublished 4 months ago in Poets