nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

Road Trip
I’m taking you to the beach, down South Carolina backroads tree-canopied byways, portals to another place and time, that honeydripper
By Harper Lewis about a month ago in Poets
What I see on my bike ride
A muskrat meanders through a ditch, seemingly unaware of me; a frog hops into green water laced with algae; a couch, overgrown with weeds, invites me to lay down and rest for a while.
By Felix McCannabout a month ago in Poets
Reflection
" who showed the moon where to hide until evening?" you were created on the Fourth day spoken into being you hold the sun's light
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Butterfly on My Hat
I walked across The dusty field, Hot, Tired, Discouraged. “Come to Arkansas!” The ad said. “To Crater of Diamonds! The only place
By Laura DePaceabout a month ago in Poets
punctuated with
i do not need to know his ways nor agree on anything. as long as we can talk about those differences. as long as it does not descend to chaos
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
The Bee’s Fur
A faint shimmer gathers around the drifting creature as it moves through the warm field of color. Something invisible trembles there, a charged tension rising from each bloom, a subtle vibration reaching toward the soft fuzz that covers its small traveling body. The moment it hovers near a bloom, tiny grains leap toward it as though pulled by an unseen charge. They spring upward in bright bursts, sticking to the fuzz in sudden constellations.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
I Am The Earth
I am a Mountain Spirit It is to God I speak From the lowest grass lined valley To the highest mountain peak Above the sea of humanity I reach up to the sky
By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferrisabout a month ago in Poets
Nourish the Mind in Peace and Love
Nourish the Mind in Peace and Love Nourish the mind with thoughts that bloom like morning dew, Allowing hope to gently grow in everything you do. The seeds we plant within ourselves determine what will rise, Whether gardens filled with joy or sorrow in disguise.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Dreams (A Static Awakening)
Shimmering silver dreams Adorn my quiet thoughts Morning Amber light Along the still horizon Drifting sailing feather Rubs my sleepy face
By Rick Henry Christopher about a month ago in Poets
Monarch Butterfly
Monarch butterfly Beautiful orange flyer Sips from goldenrod Monarch butterfly So delicate, yet so strong Bound for Mexico
By Laura DePaceabout a month ago in Poets
The Sound of 200,000,000 sperm screaming
The Sound of 200,000,000 Sperm Screaming I am not sure when I first heard them screaming I reckon there are less of them when you are young, so they don’t scream much then.
By Richard Foxabout a month ago in Poets
The almost or presque of between things
Aristaticostle it holds me to a different plain and I don't move that which way I want to to be the good I should be and to avoid the veering and stay the middle ground
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets