nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Zion: Gods Peace
Anxious clouds gather to circle over me, attempting to leak their lacklustre tears and cover me. For that is all they have left, unable to commit theft of joy, tears is all their reduced to.
Takunda ManjanjaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCubic Words
There are hues of blue embracing those of red to vibrate in harmony. There is a sense of their movement above the limits.
Marieta MaglasPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Dream
"I had a dream that came true," he said, aloud. "Tell me, what happened?" Inquired a passerby. Wandering through some woods, I came upon a pond.
Lillianna NightveilPublished 6 years ago in PoetsOne Day I Will Shine
one day i will shine. but today is not that day. one day i will stretch my bare hands toward the burning sunshine, feeling the fire lick my fingerprints so that i may sear a mark on the dirt of the earth, and finally feel as though i've sunk my feet.
If You Were the Weather
If You Were the Weather If you were the weather, you'd be both a monsoon and a drought. How can you be filled with absence yet drip in excess?
Olivia GracePublished 6 years ago in PoetsLike the Trees
I have always thought it was beautiful here, now all the trees are dead. Between you and me they will always be beautiful, right here in my head.
Kayla BrieannePublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhat Does Moonlight Sound Like?
Moonlight sounds like the sound of waves crashing on the beach in the summer and there are no lights around except for the moon.
Jessica DolanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Quill Pen on the Moon
The planets fled sight. So did the twinkling stars. But clouds converged still, Ominously black, In the abysmal nightscape.
I Feel Like Gold
I feel like gold in the sun. I am a product of SoCal-- a child of the golden SoCal Sun-- who has fled to the wet
Lauren DayPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCome Sail Away
Come sail away Come sail away To a place where we can be Free We can let that sweet lake air Blow through our hair Trusting the wind to take us there.
Noah HagedornPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAlone
I've been alone for days Do not be confused I do not complain I've been content with this and I hardly do I miss the murmurs of a crowd
Jasmine JoichinPublished 6 years ago in PoetsForbidden Treasure
This story of ours resembles a revival Strong and able to withhold from all storms until it became clear We both had some growing to do in our separate ways;
Samy StoerkelPublished 6 years ago in Poets