nature poetry

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

Blendin’ in
The city speaks to me Where have you been? Where are you headed? Come, sit here with me Without a trace of regret This is the stop I have always longed for Now that all the storms have finally subsided I have at last found A moment’s respite What more could I possibly want? I know this is not yet my final destination I know where I wish to arrive I have the journey mapped out in my mind Perhaps not down to every last detail But while I do not turn my heart toward the heartless I turn it toward places To soak in their atmosphere By the water or within the city itself Out in nature, or somewhere in between In various states of mind Where life unfolds in its purest form Untainted by artificial additives That is where I belong Where the river flows straight and smooth Revealing its little secrets, step by step Where the timid coot seeks shelter And the predatory grey heron lies in wait for its prey Human nature finds its reflection here And I am a quiet, passive observer of things That not everyone is able to perceive Especially when they are so deeply consumed by themselves
By Sun Bee5 days ago in Poets
Autumn Time
Autumn time— leaves of yellow, orange, red, and rust, floating, twirling in the wind, falling like confetti. They are not ordinary,
By Seema Patel5 days ago in Poets
A Little World
A Little World A world of wonderful beauty, Very much alive and free. All who dwell within this land, Never ask to be set free.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 days ago in Poets
Dead Flowers
Dead Flowers Once painted, my flowers died. Suffocated by being born. A thought to reality, I am born. My heart left yours, I am me now.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Red Leaves
A starburst of red blazing in its white backdrop Leaves proclaim winter
By Andrea Corwin 6 days ago in Poets
Buy a Better Light Bulb
Buy a Better Light Bulb I watched them fill the syringe with poison, then push it beneath the bark. They stood there in the morning sunshine, giving a living tree the dark.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
The Quiet After The Storm
The Quiet After The Storm The morning came, the winds had gone, The world was quiet, the birds began their song, No more howling throughout the night, Just peaceful skies and the morning light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
The Winds Came to Destroy
The Winds Came to Destroy The winds came howling through the night, And gave us all an awful fright, The tail end of a hurricane came, And nothing outside looked quite the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
The Elements
The Elements It’s written in the wind, it’s written in the rain, it’s written in the snow and ice you slip on down the lane.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
October Mischief & Haiku
October Mischief October mischief— when the winds, they trick you. It’s calm, you go out, and halfway there, the wind starts to shout.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Do birds enjoy the challenge of a stormy day?. Top Story - October 2026.
Do birds enjoy the challenge of a stormy day? These are the places my mind takes me. Birds are specks in the sky above me, buffeted by the wind
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Poets
What Defines a Scorpio: The Pinch, the Sting, or the Heart?
What defines a Scorpio? Now that is the question... Yet life beside this mystery is how we learn the lessons; And if you are graced with her presence, it's a blessing, For she's a solitary creature who makes few confessions.
By Dr. George Shannon Ferguson7 days ago in Poets