nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Moonrise on Hallow's Eve
Moonrise on Hallow's Eve, Whispers weave 'neath starry eave, Silent spells conceive, Magic in the air, hearts heave, Dreams take flight, souls interweave.
Printique StudiosPublished 6 months ago in PoetsGossamer Lover
Translucent, wispy, ephemeral Early morning fog drifts over the moor Eddying, swaying, weaving it's silent shroud Coating all with a silken blanket
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMisty Moor
Drifting inches above moor Expelled from filthy clogged lungs Cool breath of tired earth
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - October 2023
Dirty Morning
Lights attempt to penetrate your murk; Continuous double-fanged attacks Like needles poking through cloth; Sheets sliding, riding up, shifting on screen
Rachel DeemingPublished 6 months ago in Poets Science
The scientist's side criticizes him as if praising his achievements. The old poetic tradition would call this a 'deceitful praise team'. This Angada poem shows a high appreciation of nature. Shows a sense of humor.
Ahamed ThousifPublished 6 months ago in PoetsToday I received the signature of the night
A night to remember A letter written for me It was here Every day At my doorstep As if there was no time to look down
Ahamed ThousifPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMind is a unique bird
Through whose eyes Take care of yourself of the thinking universe In a small cage With wet wings A sitting bird Whenever moisture accumulates
Ahamed ThousifPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMirror of the Mind
He stares at the rain Cursing it for his sorrow Without irony.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 6 months ago in PoetsRoots and Stones
Stone shingles covered in green moss. * Glassless windows open upon the inside. ** Cravings deep in the stone walls. ***
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in Poetswinter’s kiss
we need loving arms to envelop us, to speak words of softness. to speak sincere solaces. we want to be tightly held and told we did nothing to deserve the struggles we are suffering through.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 6 months ago in PoetsIn Life's Gentle Grace
In life's gentle grace, Beauty blooms in every space, Embrace simplicity's embrace. A warm, soft trace, Celebrate its unhurried pace.
Printique StudiosPublished 6 months ago in PoetsIn Hues Of Gold
In hues of gold, and crimson bright, Autumn arrives, with gentle might, The summer's heat, now laid to rest, As nature dons, her autumn vest.