nature poetry

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

Lakeside
I lie down in the lake, floating on water warm as my blood, head leaning back, ears submerged, only hearing the music of the water lapping
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
The Woodland Traveler
Above the endless blue sky, a little bird rest quietly upon a weathered branch, holding dark berries in its beak, a tiny treasure gathered from the heart of the wild.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Gut's View
Night light, the meeting can finally commence. The garden has lost its tourists, the fireflies, and fib bugs get better at ignoring us, who's left?
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Poets
Once More Into The Season
It grows in the night, fueled by the hunger of the day Bringing with it a ravenous, dark, and insidious appetite Fueled by the embers of a world that long since took it for granted, you'd say
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
The Ridge Above the Holler
Morning climbed over the ridge, slowly touching the woodland below. Mist rested among the branches, while creeks followed their winding courses.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Damn These Fleas!
I Damn these fleas! Hopping on my knees. Little black specks that I constantly pinch and squeeze. II Never any relief
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
God Of Convenience
It sure is convenient, That God is omnipotent. That God chooses the king, and the pope, and the president… And they talk with God’s voice,
By Mama Magdalene2 months ago in Poets
The Sad Old Man Next Door
The Sad Old Man Next Door The sad old man next door once married a fish wife, He thought she’d bring him happiness and brighten up his life, But every night she flapped her tail and sighed beneath the moon, While he just stared into his tea and wished he’d left her soon.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
One More Day With Nana
One More Day With Nana At twenty-five, he stood a man, or so the world believed, But deep inside, he was her boy, with all his heart bereaved, For Nana was his safest place, his comfort and his home, And when she died, his whole wide world was suddenly alone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Colorado’s Prairie Song
Eleven years ago, I followed the western road, Through Colorado’s endless span; Where green prairie rolled beneath the sky, And the wild wide country began.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Sky and Water
I needed all of it: the river the pool the beers the bath Beginning to feel like me again— sunshine, water, suds stealing summer
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
Gutter Girl
Gutter Girl She sleeps beneath the pavement, Where cold winds freely blow, With yesterday’s old memories Buried deep below.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets