nature poetry

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

Shell Magnolias
What would be a perfume scent you would want? Your signature scent: For me it would have the sweetness of honeysuckles The salt of ocean and shells
By Seashell Harpspring about a month ago in Poets
ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤
The sun has dipped below the horizon the earth still warm from her gaze the moon looks down as she departs and she gives a flourish of her fiery gown
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Hummingbird Nest
hummingbird nest snug lichen lines the tiny cup serendipity. Note: I got lucky to spot this hummingbird nest, in one of my hikings.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
Echoic Memories
Tempo of the swing Crickets chirp cicadas sing Of a simpler time Quiet summer nights are echoic with old magic, when fireflies lit the hedgerows and every shadow beneath the trees might have hidden a fairy path.
By Heather Pattonabout a month ago in Poets
The Sunset
The SunsetThe Sunset The Sunset The sunset burned a fiery red, Like all the words we never said, It painted gold across the sky,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Boy Who Was Never There
The Boy Who Was Never There I saw him one evening beneath the streetlight, He stood there alone in the middle of night, He looked like a boy who was lost and afraid, So I walked up slowly and asked if he was okay.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The House That Whispered My Name
The House That Whispered My Name There was a house at the end of the road, Where nobody lived and nobody stayed, The windows were broken, the garden was wild, But something inside seemed strangely alive.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
An Ode to Long Lost Summers
I remember the heat Of endless July Hair frizzing Freckles etched permanently Into my sun-kissed skin Laying on soft splinters of green Searching the topaz sky For familiar faces in the clouds. They smile at me Those infinitesimal cotton comforts Holding my dreams And space For a girl Still growing wings
By Ellie Hoovsabout a month ago in Poets
I Can Be Your Meditation
I can be your water, your peace, your long-term relief I can be your inner deep lake where you can just rest and take I can be your blue sky without clouds, just the sun
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a month ago in Poets
Why I Want to Learn to Read My Poetry Aloud (And Why You Should Too). Top Story - August 2026.
Right. Before we begin, I’m gonna have to warn you. The following video contains me, sitting in my garden, reading aloud a poem I wrote this very morning while my girlfriend (aka trusty online-pimp/videographer) filmed from behind.
By Arthur Pendryabout a month ago in Poets
When The World Goes Quiet
When The World Goes Quiet Sometimes I want the world to stop, To hear the silence at the top, To leave behind the endless noise, And find the girl beneath the voice.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
And The Newborn Baby Cried My Tears
And The Newborn Baby Cried My Tears The room was quiet, the lights were low, Outside the window the rain began to flow, I held that baby close to me, And wondered who they were going to be.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets