nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Tidal Waves
Ignore the man surfing Should be a woman fully nude Everyone sure will be gocking There isn't mistake in the waves we create
Hidden Place
Leaves turn to flame as summer is forgotten. Autumn spreads its power through the veins of trees. He wanders as a ghost, pushed along in a breeze.
Matas ZenkeviciusPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDown By the River
Never before had I experienced Such perspicuity Until I saw the water. It flowed, So leisurely, So casually, So effortlessly.
LJ ChaplinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Warning
The world is at stake, my friends, That is an inescapable fact. Its not long before everything ends And I can't say that with more tact.
The Journey
Through the never-ending woods of trees of the blackest leaves stands a stone pile, never understood, many people tried but nobody could,
André dos SantosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRiver Man
When will this mountain move that presses out my breath, the heavy weight of just too much? Depleted air, once sweet, turned rancid.
Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago in PoetsOceans Rising
Ice melts with human help, Oceans rise, politicians lie, Winters heart is warmer now. Coal burns, humans spurn, Oceans rise, islanders die,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSo Far off in the Distance
Riding the rails Prepared for lift off Let the countdown begin Defy the chains of gravity Soaring past the stars Looking down on home
Nikki MichellePublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnxiety
You left me alone with my thoughts, Returning later and questioning my tears, The sound of my soul was simply too violent to be heard by anything but my heart,
Amanda FrazierPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGulls
Pale wings blurring, The pinions of your strength, Your golden eyes searching, As you fly, across your sky . Your downy white body,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsIt'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 Poets