nature poetry

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

That One
Sitting for hours Sweat glistening upon my face Tired and weary Waiting for that one bite Rocking steadily on the boat Moving up and down with the small swells
By Phillip Cruz6 years ago in Poets
Winter
Winter snow falling down Snowflakes ice as cold One touched a dog and another touched a kid Fire roaring in the red house
By Katerina James6 years ago in Poets
Water Before Land
To start I'd like to take a few minutes to say that our world is so consumed into the technologies we have now, and we seem to be forgetting about the natural beauty of our home, often forgetting to take a step back, and enjoy what we have. That being said, I'd like to remind you to do just that. Take a step back, open your eyes, take a breath, enjoy the smells, sounds, and tastes of our world. Life's too short, so open your heart, make some memories, explore, and maybe learn something along the way. I hope you all enjoy.
By Foster KittenGaming6 years ago in Poets
Through the Stars
Just a writer deep in thought Looking at the breeze of my window When the moon and the sun used to talk Now staring there with eyes wide open
By La Mariana6 years ago in Poets
Snowing
Snow is the quiet one. You see it fall And hear the wetness of the streets. But snow itself Is silence. What was once all colors
By Hilary Miminguaquay6 years ago in Poets
Sacred Ground
Cathedral-like, the tall pines stand Like sentinels, guarding those within the circle. The smell of pine wafts by my nose
By Hilary Miminguaquay6 years ago in Poets
Poison
my colors are vibrant, my smile is true softness and welcoming exuded like the inviting petals of a flower that look too pure and too true
By Leigh Fisher6 years ago in Poets
Moon Swim
With tea and a blanket I slipped out in the night no lantern was needed, the sky was my light as i walked with my bare feet hugging the ground
By J D6 years ago in Poets
A Mournful Commune with the Trees
The damp leaves shuffled softly beneath my feet. Their hushed announcement heard by only I and the gossiping trees. The trees wondered, chattering away as if I couldn’t hear them. why I was there? Why I didn’t act like other boys? Charging swiftly and whooping and laughing and hitting things… They never walked, they ran… The trees were suspicious of a boy who walked.
By Abbey Ness6 years ago in Poets
Autumnal Wind
It is said that autumn turns the leaves into 'other flowers' and the green of the world turns into a panoramic rainbow... but hold on to your hats!
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Oh, How the Sky Heals Me
The Moon followed me to work this morning. Peaked his great pale face over the trees of my home, To wish me a peaceful day.
By Julie Breeze6 years ago in Poets
River of Life
life is like a River She pulls us all along at her pace a speed as seemingly stagnant or rushing as She pleases and you too
By Opal Pursley6 years ago in Poets