nature poetry

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

Fall
Vibrant colors fall Gently to the cement floor Brightening the path
By Lakena McQueenabout a year ago in Poets
Colorful Crunch
Cinnamon, cayenne shapes crunch underfoot on walks. We wait for frosting. Copyright © 9/26/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin I am thrilled you stopped by! 😃You can subscribe for free. Please consider leaving a comment.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
To the Moon
You who saw the rise of Rome; Crumbling nations, crumbling homes; Ruling nights with strength and grace, And borrowed light across your face.
By Luke Haymonsabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn Breeze
A cool breeze passes Bringing with it showering Leaves of red and gold
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn's Glory
Crisp leaves usher in Autumn in all its glory Bright colors fade fast
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Make My Future Look Bright
Make My Future Look Bright I open my hands to the morning, sunlight spilling over my fingers, I want the world to see me,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕖
How could this be so comfortable... instant relaxation like a cocoon of soothing blue plenty of room to spread out I can see the clouds scooting by
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Before the Fall
Well before the fall we fell. Lost to nature's wrath, human indifference.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Lost
Bare branches reaching, their voices lost to the wind, only silence stays.
By E. C. Miraabout a year ago in Poets
Hanging In. Honorable Mention in Falling Leaves Challenge.
That last leaf blushes, Shakes, bobbles, falters… endures. Autumn’s lone witness.
By K.D. Popielabout a year ago in Poets
things we have in common
Rooted deep inside Our brains, bones. Omnipresent. I can hear our–oh, how distant?—synchronous limb-pop. ------------------
By Andrei Z.about a year ago in Poets
Before They Fall
Right before they fall Red to brown, burnt with frostbite, Frost rubs out the flames.
By K.D. Popielabout a year ago in Poets