nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Visions 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 PoetsThe Storm
I stand untouched in the eye of the storm Nothing can touch me within Wherever I go it stays with me Guarding me like the fiercest of Djinn
Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOETPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFlow
Timeless, rolling over stone, By myself - Asserting peace, Visible only if You seek- Where am I From, Where will you go?
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpent
Familiar curves incline descend into a garden boasting passion-laden fruit satiating fierce appetites of dyad souls
J.T. WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsReflections of an English Autumn
Leaves falling upon the ground, Silently without a sound, Yellow, red, orange and a golden brown, Creating a carpet that has just been laid down.
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Angel
She descended slowly from the heavens, On a starlit night in the misty mountains. She brought flowers in her dark tresses,
Kashyap PatelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Miss the Outback
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Plague Upon You
A plague of humans, Infesting the Earth, They cannot stop breeding, That is their curse. The human plague, Has become so grave,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsAutumn Change
The leaves are crisp and the air is sulphur filled. We get cold easily and feel very chilled. Trees are naked in the morning dew.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMahe Storm
Layers of blues and greys, Interweave and interline, Effervesce and intertwine. Chalky horizons of crayola greys Of fingerpainted clouds and tormented waves
Kate RothwellPublished 7 years ago in Poets