nature poetry

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

Light of the Moon Beams Down On Me
Each night ends Staring into the Seeping tenebrious veil ⋆｡ﾟ︎☪︎⋆｡ﾟ︎ As silence Relinquishes her hold Drops of pink and gold
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Rhythm of The Lake
Mountainside Descending like rays Clouds above Carson valley Granite sands below Tahoe Black The birds are choking What doesn’t fire consume?
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Dear September!
Have you ever noticed how September feels like both a beginning and an ending? A month where the light softens, the air cools, and yet, everything within us feels like it’s waking up again.
By John Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Beauty
Beauty What is beauty to me. I would say beauty is beyond that of a physical appearance. I would say beauty is what one believes, what their heart truly desires. Then I would be one to brush away your looks. You're gorgeous, from the way the sun illuminates your brown eyes. To the way you wear your grass stained jeans. Even your beautiful crooked smile. You're ethereal to me, dear. I adore your mannerism as well. The way your heart quickens when I lay my head on your chest. The way you grin when I place a kiss on your soft lips. Even the way you scrunch your nose when you see a beetle. My beautiful boy.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
What Came First the Chicken or the Egg
What Came First the Chicken or the Egg What came first the chicken or egg a puzzle that makes my mind beg did feathers appear before the shell
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach
Bare Footed We Walk on the Beach Barefoot we walk in the sand waves whisper around our ankles your hand brushing mine the sky heavy with clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Colonized Kernels
They took the beautiful, native, wild, untamed rainbow of it, forced it into rows, indistinct, cultivated obedience, made it fruit
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Favonian Feels
Favonian winds were blowing this way Beyond the realms of time and spaceThose fealty feels flown in such a hastiest hasteFor sweet love to summon all it's grace!And all that I took as my own and you marked it as yours, anyways, Be it complete or be it more -as though-in free spirited shape O my, what foamy twilight dresses in silvering shades Much as much as quivers in bowers, rustling thro' gladesO! Look! An eternal spring, unceasingly, blooms thro’ quietly unfazed Just as —ever in and ever for—that everlasting phase! Onwards then —that breeze—ushers to every lone hearts' voided spaceLaying softly upon me, you and others equally,And from which there’s no real escape…Ah! What else c’d be spoken that which wasn’t better told, For it’s about feelings fetched thro’ nature's galeNot for nothing, yet for everything, Embodying pure love in its’ warmest embrace Thereupon, what comes to be bidden, and not hidden in temporal caves Encased, full on -naïveté, marking it's own original faceBe thee—joy spilling or a pulse beckoning, thro’ and thro’, as in a musical graceShining ✨ forth— as sheer brightness, illuming that inner spaceAgain, what else c’d be said in its heavenly praise, For it’s first perceived like a familiar memory banking on its own game, With equal profits accrued under debtors's and creditor's accounted name As equally proportioned as similarly same!© « Madhu Goteti Sept 20, 2021
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Poets
The Day the River Took My Friend
The story always starts here, in my memory We were three boys, barely twenty, too young to think time could end, too full of fire to imagine loss.
By Hamayun Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Lonely Tree
The Lonely Tree A tree stands bare against the sky its branches reach yet find no reply the crescent moon leans soft and near
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets