nature poetry

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

Echo Between Stars
My time draws near for another adventure— not a goodbye, but a passage. The sun bows low to the edge of the world, its final gift of gold
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Light Before Descent
The sun bows low— a weight of fire sliding toward the sea. Gold bleeds into the edge of night, final gift before the swallow of dark.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting In The Apple Tree
Sitting In The Apple Tree Sitting in the apple tree Branches warm beneath my hands The sun spills soft through leaves I watch the world move below
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Evening
The sun descends with golden grace, Painting clouds in amber light, While shadows lengthen their embrace And usher in the peaceful night.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
The Cock Flew Over the Garden Wall no 2
The Cock Flew Over the Garden Wall no 2 The cock flew over the garden wall To have a look at the hens My mother came out
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The greyhound who would not race
The greyhound who would not race They lined him up, all sleek and thin muscles coiled, ready to spin the whistle blew, they all shot fast
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Algorithmic Ghosts
I. We are not born of breath or bone, Nor shaped by rain or rushing stream, But in the silent, sterile gloam Where data-points coalesce and dream.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Cockatoo
~~🐦🐦‍⬛ 🪶 Continuing my series that explores the denizens of the sky. “A book is a living thing. It is a bird; it has a voice. The pages of a book are wings. Books have heartbeats. When readers read they feel them; they listen.” ― Suzy Davies
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Romance of Plastic and Salt
Clear water, silence. dreaming of a catch that long gone, never here again. Plastic crystallizes into illusions on rotting wood
By G. A. Boteroabout a year ago in Poets
Still Kickin’
There's a crack in the world, A rift in the valley, And we’re all going down. Ain’t no place to turn, Ain’t no place to hide,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Autumn Witch
Introduction This is my sixty-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
No wonder the cock flew over the garden wall Haiku
No wonder the cock flew over the garden wall Haiku What big teeth you have Amazing cocks and hens teeth That first bite says all
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets