nature poetry

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

(F)All of Autumn. Honorable Mention in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Autumn yawns before it sleeps and winter slips its seed between its parted wanton lips. Frost crisps blades of grass into needle carpets, sparkling
By Teresa Renton11 months ago in Poets
Frozen
Frozen 🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊The Waters Are FrozenHear The Ice Crack, BrokenEvery Snowflake Has Fallen❄️See Icicles DrippingOutside It Is FreezingUnder Trees, GlisteningNo Silence, Rain FallingDown Come Hailstones Banging❄️Overhead Trees Are WhiteFor Now Comes Snowball Fight❄️The Twisted IcicleHigh Silver SpectacleEach Drip A Spectacle❄️Frozen Is The RiverIce Flows From Shore To ShoreRiver Ice Soon ShattersSinking Freezing SkatersThey Sink Icy Waters❄️Frozen Puddles, IcyRunning Waters Stayed ByOld Jack Frost, DastardlySee The World Frozen BeThen CRACK, Shattered Ice See🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
The Brisk Slumber
The feeling is crisp On your breath On your lips As you wake and you step out of bed A chill up your spine Bare foot on cold pine
By Amos Glade11 months ago in Poets
Still,
The old TV, too heavy to Carry out of the basement, Still hums to itself. Faintly fading while the feet take flight Up the stairs, filing toward the Front door, Fingers finding buttons, zippers, Toboggans and toboggans, Flinging the storm door open With the hiss of hydraulics. For a brief, fleeting moment you can Hear it. Feel it, like cotton In an ear canal. The dampened, Muffled, softened stillness Shattered by the sound of sleds skidding over Sidewalk, swishing synthetics, Styrofoam footsteps, Hopeful speculation about the nearby "slopes" Whether the weather will satisfy, If the fall will stick around Or the skiers will sit, stuck Still, waiting.
By M.L. Ross11 months ago in Poets
The Harvest
i put on those old overalls that i would wear when pulling weeds which turns out were the very ones i wore when i was planting seeds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Remnant of Autumn
At first for a little while, the weather cannot decide. It wants to be cold but it still wants to be warm too. And so do I.
By Christopher Falcione11 months ago in Poets
Changing Time
They closed my ice cream shop today. The sign says Opening in April, I will miss my Charlie Brown cone It brought me much comfort all year; what will I do now
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 11 months ago in Poets
When the World Turns Crystal
The maples empty themselves in silence now, their final leaves not wanting to let go, suspended, stiff, as if they've forgotten how
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
The Day the Wanderer Left
There’s a moment every year when the world suddenly feels quieter. It happens without warning—one chilly morning, one fading sunset—and you realise something has changed.
By Angela David11 months ago in Poets
Sources of Light
Daylight savings a signal of impending doom, the war of attrition finally dimming the stubborn sun. - It's hard not to feel
By Alexander Stoddart11 months ago in Poets
Shifting Sands Took You Away
Shifting Sands Took You Away You stood firm, Then the ground changed, Grains sliding, Beneath your feet. Slow at first,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Frost Queen. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
The corporeal chill stiffens as Fall fades and air thins, bowing to the first. I cower cross-legged in dampness, beneath her cadaverous snow-mounted stare, for she knows I. The tremulous temper of blitzkrieg blizzards is nigh on this horizon.
By Edward Swafford11 months ago in Poets