nature poetry

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

Embertide
Choking grey thick clouds Enter from the south, A heavy pall on an otherwise ordinary afternoon. Beguiling and fooling, The longed-for dampness never arrives;
By Jscholar2 months ago in Poets
The Fruit
If I love you again And you break my heart One last time I will bury you in the yard And your children will eat the fruit. I will raise them He will do your part And I will love them Though yours they are You break my heart One last time I will bury you in the yard And your children will eat the fruit. Into the garden We will go Come, children Into the garden We go
By Sara Wynn2 months ago in Poets
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS
THE SHOP THAT SOLD TOMORROWS I found a little shop one night, with no name upon the door, Its dusty shelves held tomorrows, hundreds, maybe more. Some futures shimmered bright as gold, some faded into grey, Some vanished when I reached for them, then quietly slipped away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
We're Gonna Bring The Sky Down
The world might rage, But I'm unafraid, Life is for living, Summer's for singing; Flowers are blooming, The sea is dancing,
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
The Wonder Of Words
These are just some words in which I attempt to paint positivity using the world as my palette. The music is Nick Drake’s “Northern Sky” with a beautiful accompanying video.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Poets
South Carolina Backroads
Oaks older than the Union, Confederate ghosts haunting branches rise above the tree line, eclipsing the sky. Creeks whisper
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
The Evening Web Weaver
Fat spider spinning another iteration against the sunset.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden2 months ago in Poets
Ascent to Crown
From this verdant crest, the island unfurls like a living moving map. Crown Mountains gift, a precipice of emerald, where the world falls away into an infinite sapphire.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN’T WALK THREE STEPS BEHIND
MIXED MARRIAGES — 1 THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN’T WALK THREE STEPS BEHIND You came from a country where women walk three steps behind their man,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE MAN WHO COLLECTED STRANGE FACES
THE MAN WHO COLLECTED STRANGE FACES He kept them in a velvet room, Behind a door of polished bone, A thousand faces watched him sleep, Though none of them were truly known.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
My Vice, My Style
My Vice, My Style Purple like a poppy that’s broken and bleeding, A beautiful warning to those who come needing. I bloom in the shadows where secrets run wild,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Root Suckers. Top Story - July 2026.
I’ve been trying to write a poem for months now all my words are lazy Do you want to hear about my recovery? or maybe the
By Cali Loria2 months ago in Poets