nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
It's the Journey
I've raced a storm into a beautiful sunset in the mountains outside El Paso. Watched the moon glisten on ponds on the edge of Seattle. Seen the beginning and the end of the great Mississippi. Trudged through lingering snow in Winona, Minnesota. Sunrises are gorgeous in Montana at 5 a.m. Watched wild ponies graze in marshland of Virginia. Climbed to the top of a peak called Seneca. Roamed caves in northeastern Pennsylvania. Became one with a crowd in Columbus, Ohio. Chased a dream to Tennessee. Got lost in Kentucky. Found gold in North Carolina. Faced my past in Arkansas. Wore cheese on my head in Wisconsin. Counted the singular trees in North Dakota. I've sped down mountains in Idaho on an off schedule bus. Watched lightning rip the sky in windmill fields in Illinois. Saw a miniature Statue of Liberty in Gary, Indiana. Remember the skyline with the Twin Towers. Did scavenger hunts on Maryland roads. Drove pecan groves on a mild day in New Mexico. Woke up chilly in Pelham, Alabama. Ate catfish on Bourbon Street. Gazed at falling fake snow in Orlando. Stood under palm trees in South Carolina. Bought peaches in Georgia. Had a three hour tour off the coast of Delaware. Roamed corn fields in New Jersey. I've seen every star in clear skies. Seen fog destroy. Experienced the end of a rainbow. Driven straight roads and ones that twist. My eyes have only scratched the surface. Next stop unknown.
Eslieann LeflerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSeed/Fruit
What Makes the Heart Beat What Makes the Blood Flow What Makes the Wild Things Grow… It is the Story Of the Seeds
alessandro schiavoniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMagik Herb
They say weed is a drug, But it makes me feel better. They say it shouldn’t be allowed, So I must suffer. They say it destroys your health,
Karen CommanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsJust Not So Story
Crows who wear the supernatural grave black jacket of the robber, coat fan-tailed and woven from the colours of the night
Kevin McClintockPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNew Home
Two goldfish have spent their entire lives living in a tiny bucket, whose water had long lost the flavor of freshness. It donned a murky cloak of flatness to it now, still and lacking bubbles.
Keith KennedyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlue Summer Rain
blue drops of summer rain cascade down, over mountain, valley, and field alone until they find each other in the lowest places of the land
Rhi ValentiaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAtmosphere
You are Earth and, I, the moon. Much held within you. I am but flesh, a fragment of you. Tossed among star dust, I orbit, hiding in your silhouette.
Eslieann LeflerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Green
The Empress and her age ole tricks Veiling the vision from her clueless kids Leaving blind to wander 'mongst her gifts Discovering life through untimely risks
Keith KennedyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAoibhe
Little baby Aoibhe, Like the legends of old, Is a great warrior princess, Fierce and bold, With a name meaning beauty, No one would doubt,
Karen CommanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsVisions of Buffalo
To be awakened By the sound of thundering hooves And to see them coming over the hill At first, it strikes fear in your heart
Bobby DeesePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Garden
Around stone and iron grip bright Sunlight laughs along with the playful wind, to tease and kiss the lips of waiting flowers, whose multitudes seductively bow and dance in graceful homage to accept these blessings and in return as tribute, give back their fleeting beauty for ancient gods and you and me to see.
christopherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Long Journey
Everyone takes his own route, But we all arrive at the same destination: The cold granite headboard awaits us all. You might choose the expressway in the city,
Fred BobbittPublished 7 years ago in Poets