nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Autumn
I woke up today and realized that I had missed the Fall The leaves were already on the ground, having descended while I spent my days unboxing Christmas ornaments at the store
Rebecca ClairePublished 7 years ago in PoetsH20
Many see water as a form of purity and cleanliness due to her beauty and transparency. She flows seamlessly, as if she didn’t even notice you while she plots her scheme to take us out one by one. She is magnificently, malevolently, slowly being destroyed as the forests before her, by human negligence and irresponsibility. Tossing our waste into her arms when the load is already overbearing, yet we think not of the day when she will attack, for it has happened before and does history not repeat itself. Let us revisit the year of 1912 when the marvelous and “unsinkable” ship set sail only to be snapped in half by the diabolical fist of the ocean as she opened her mouth and swallowed it whole, drowning thousands of simultaneous screams.
Tyler VarneyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime
Time. Time is constant. Time is merciless. Time will not negotiate. Time is stubborn. Time is this race you can’t stop running in. If every star in the universe blinked out of existence, time would be unphased, time would march forward. Before, during, and after life, time continues to move. Time doesn’t stop for anything. But time can feel. Time can see, see more than anything else. It sees life and death, it sees hope and fear, it sees everything. Time is not a lonely observer, It is the lonely observer. Time watches over, sworn never to interfere or change, only to remain constant and singular. Time knows everything there is to know. Time is god without hands. Time is heaven without hell. Time is love without loss.
Aaron WalePublished 7 years ago in PoetsTrees Fall
Trees fall every day The forest is where they stay And lay on the cold ground as the moss Takes them over now Time stretched forward
C.J. WittboldPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFear
What if fear consumed the hearts of nature? Plants afraid to stretch towards the sun for fear they might get trampled Bushes worried about bearing fruit for fear it might get eaten
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCity of Stone and Vines
I am seduced by the secrets of Siena. Exploring through the streets, wandering up alleyways and under arches, leaving me only wanting more.
Marina MontenegroPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Seasons
I hear it the wishes flailing to reach the stars instead like the leaves of fall they can only go down As I step "crunch... crunch" the hopes of others crushed to pieces like the leafs of fall "crunch.... crunch"
Leoneshia LionPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDust
Dust Have you ever laid back and Looked up to the skies — Watched the comets fly by, As the stars sparkle in guise? Out there in the vacuum
Dez WilsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLady Beetle
Harmonia axyridis. The Harlequin of beetles, Multicolored and always in disguise. Today you could be a ladybug, Tomorrow you could have no spots at all.
Jessica SnowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBrown
Brown is my favourite colour it's hidden depths simplicity and honesty is it trusting or trustworthy? Either way I know that I'm drawn
Hannah EvansPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Bird That Killed Itself
Death is all around us, where is the silence? a little windy out, and closer, some violence A lady with a baby, third floor; just across my window
Sophie JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWanderlust
My eyes have been to Egypt, where intricate details within ancient drawings depicted stories of battles and Queens, and how they loved and lost everything,
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in Poets