nature poetry

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

  • William Decker
    Published 13 days ago
    Alstroemiera

    Alstroemiera

    I watch the rain fall, the soft drizzle spraying the young flowers of April.
  • Artisan of freedom
    Published 15 days ago
    We are all pagans

    We are all pagans

    When life becomes dazing and rages upheaval in our spirit,
  • Jeff Godonou
    Published 16 days ago
    A day

    A day

    I've been staring at the rise,
  • Bugsy Balducci
    Published 18 days ago
    Capture

    Capture

    When flooded with colour I duck behind a lens.
  • M. W. Lemongello
    Published 18 days ago
    Stink Bug

    Stink Bug

    Stink Bug 1
  • Zach Capon
    Published 21 days ago
    Nature

    Nature

    We have a secret, just we three. The robin, and I, and the cherry tree. The bird told the tree, and the tree told me, and nobody knows it but just us three.
  • Luxieri
    Published 22 days ago
    Li Young Lee's Blossoms

    Li Young Lee's Blossoms

    "From Blossoms"
  • Leigh Schilling
    Published 24 days ago
    Beltane by the River

    Beltane by the River

    By all accounts, spring is here to stay
  • Anna LaFountaine
    Published 24 days ago
    Garden Town

    Garden Town

    There they grow, rushing up the wall.
  • The Styx
    Published 25 days ago
    Lone Wolf

    Lone Wolf

    He walks the dark path alone.
  • Natasha Burton
    Published 29 days ago
    The End of Spring Flowers

    The End of Spring Flowers

    One by one the petals drop
  • Trinity Laughery
    Published 29 days ago
    Beautiful Chaos

    Beautiful Chaos

    I was tired and i couldn't sit at home for another second because I knew it would be chaos as soon as they walked in the door. So I left. I walked to the pond with my hair wet and my body wrapped in a thin blanket. I sat on a cold park bench hoping to just sit in peace and watch the beautiful sunset. It was gorgeous and incredible, how quickly the vibrant colors in the sky changed. As it got darker not only did I watch, I listened. I heard the ducks quacking and birds chirping. I heard the generator roar over every little peaceful thing. I heard sirens howl, getting closer, then finally drifting away. I heard cars race by like time was flying. and in that moment, I didn't find peace. I found the chaos. Not once did I hear complete silence and enjoy the mesmerizing sunset. The world will never stop when pain comes crashing down. I realized, in the short trip across the street, how to find beauty in the chaos and silence in the noise