nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Senses
Walking through fresh rain on a misty morning with wet blades of grass sticking on my toes Little drops of water gently kiss my skin
Meghan K. ☽Published 7 years ago in PoetsCornwall
A certain Treasure You will no longer find Used to live in eyes so blind View the clouds,sea and stone Trace back the past, Eat what's sown.
Jonathan ClewlowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Cougar & The Silver Fox
'The cougar would only hunt at night While the innocents were tucked up in bed Her hunger was matched only by her wiles Or so said the voices in the silver fox’s head
Sean Bw ParkerPublished 7 years ago in Poets'Poo-Tee-Weet'
Love love love. Conquered Love. Kissed peach-pink rubble. Defeat me. And her peach-pink and kissed rubble. Skin-tight, mashed.
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsSunlight from Another Life
She bathed beneath the gorgeous summer light that seemed to shine from another life Stretched out beneath the vast shades of green leaves that mimicked whispers she had heard before
Ariana EhrhartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOrigami Birds
There's nothing new to write... Only the same words in the same sheet. The birdcage is open, my thoughts disperse like origami birds... What's written on them?
André dos SantosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSouls
I have as little control As the rain slipping from the eyes of skies— Of people, of places, Red rain salvaged from my own veins.
Emma SidnamPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe First Raindrops
I feel the need to welcome myself to the realm of beginnings Where the air is as pure as the purest linen sheet, Where there is a view of an infinite white field of quiet feelings.
Laura JiménezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEmerge from the Heavens
He is the sun and he is the moon. Which one shines brighter? His beautiful golden rays beam at me whilst glistening against the bright blue sky,
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Sun Rises
The sun rises on the innocent and the guilty Water quenches the clean and the filthy Animals die for the helpful and the hurtful
Ghent
What are you to me? You're my home when I feel homesick. My place to live when I feel like dying. My chaos in this orderly world, and order in my world of chaos. My home, Gand. Ghent, Gent.
Ingkor bergenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPotatoes and Blackberries
Digging up potatoes is satisfying, When you put the fork into the ground and big spuds, baby spuds come up. In the fresh summer air (a little muggy perhaps) you admire your roses and fuchsias against a blue or overcast sky.
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in Poets