nature poetry

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

Rot
The world has a disease A rot in its core It sinks deep into its roots Sometimes its met with laughter Sometimes violence and anger
By Maggie about a year ago in Poets
A Bee
I wish I was a bee Safe in my hive One goal, One purpose Living for the pursuit Living for Flowers and honey I wish I was a bee
By Maggie about a year ago in Poets
I Remember Something Pure
In a violet dress peppered with daisies, I dangle my bare, dirt-stained toes over our unfinished porch. We had hotdogs with
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets
Fall Whispers to Sacandaga
A hush falls over the trees and settles against the water, cool rippling across the lukewarm shallows. The lake is draining,
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets
Violin
close my eyes as the violin plays. The strings releasing such a sorrowed sound. I can hear the sadness radiating from the wooden instrument.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Downpour
Downpour As my soft hand grazes your skin, I feel the memories your flesh holds. Your scars, telling stories with no words
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Unwritten Maps
Not parchment scored with meticulous line, Nor ink that bleeds a continent’s sure edge, Nor compass rose where cardinal points shine
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
A Mirror That Refuses to Reflect You. AI-Generated.
I stood before the glass, expecting the comfort of my own face a familiar constellation of scars and smiles, the evidence that I exist.
By Muzamil khanabout a year ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Rain
🌧 Introduction: When Rain Becomes a Mirror Rain has always been more than water. To some, it is sorrow that falls from the sky. To others, it is cleansing, a fresh start. And sometimes, it is both at once—a mirror of the human heart.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
Echoes of a Silent Heart
🌙 Introduction: When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words There are moments in life when silence weighs heavier than words, when the heart echoes with memories that can neither be held nor erased. Longing is not just missing someone; it’s the quiet ache of wanting what cannot return. Letting go, on the other hand, is not a single act—it’s a journey, a series of whispers we tell ourselves until one day, the pain softens into acceptance.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets