nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
At Dawn
At dawn, the early morning dew sends chills of excitement down my spine, woahs of wonder echo across the void of vast grass, a place of pleasantry, a place of rest, a place where all wild things run free. Across the air fly birds, brilliant splashes of color against the pale, pink sky. Spiders cast delicate whisps of silk into the breeze. As the day wears on, I think of tomorrow. I wait and wait as I fall asleep. I smile. Dawn is on its way, waiting for me to come tomorrow.
Cheyenne MariePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpring
Frozen ground, frozen heart. Art falling out of its frame as I tumble down, down, down. Golden hair everywhere, arms splayed open like the angel of death.
The Place
It’s the place where she feels alive at peace like herself no judgement, no rules the place where everyone else isn’t
Sister Pagan
Sister Pagan In a crown Of sunflowers Walk the Earth With naked feet Show us the way Write your runes Upon the sky Invisible
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAutumn Day
Poem: Autumn day. Trees which stood in shades of green, Now shiver and shred their leaves. Lose which remain are golden, orange and red.
Alixzandra WisemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEnduring The Storm
I believed the sun was vanishing. My mind trapped, taken over By a dark and cluttered disaster, As if every thought got caught
Amelia DavisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Own Place
Anger, Fear, Worry, WoeSend me to a place only I knowCrystal clear water cascades down the wallsThe rocks as smooth as rubber ballsDreamy blue horizons caress the sky Flossy white clouds float gently bySweet soft breezes sweep over my faceThey never have a change of paceWords of wisdom travel on the windThey don't care if I have sinned
Shannon BartiePublished 7 years ago in PoetsOpening Lines
Look at the sky- Do you see the clouds Spinning and swirling Breaking off into small tufts of white Walk with me. Follow me blindly into the woods
Sarra WilesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Scent of the Past
The memory which coalesced as the light of a candle freshly lit, slowly invaded my mind. It was not so much as the memory, as it
David NiewoehnerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHummingbird
Aimlessly walking outside today I noticed a hummingbird looking at me. As seconds pass on our moment continued and with a flap of
Serrena GraggPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLeaving Summer
Summer is almost over Over too soon not enough warm days left I hate goodbyes When I was a child summers were long and lazy
Edwina A. LewisPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOcean Eyes!
There's a map In the shape of a heart It haunts her night dreams It appears in her day dreams. This map guides her everywhere.