nature poetry

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

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Once a caterpillar crawling along the earth looking for nibbly leaves, climbing up smooth green stems and navigating fallen
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
What Is That Noise?
Going out to greet the day is common for me. I do this almost every day around sunrise each morning. This morning I was just a bit late when I went out. First thing out the door, I heard a strange sound. Extremely loud and coming from the neighbors.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Writing Through Silence: My Poetic Ritual
In the hush before dawn, when the world forgets to speak, I sit with an empty page, listening to the breath between my thoughts.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Flamingo
~~🐦🦉🦩 "Soon the flamingos will paint our Indian skies with flying colors as bright as a million saris!” he announced. He rolled his head from side to side and honked in a voice like a trumpet; he was so delighted and proud of Gray.”― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Bridge Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Between the dusk and morning light, There lies a bridge of silver night, It hums with steps that came before, Yet waits for feet to cross once more.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Milk Flower’s Song. AI-Generated.
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gaze, The milk flowers bloom in autumn’s haze. Their scent drifts gently through the air, A fragrant song, beyond compare.
By Alek Spechabout a year ago in Poets
The Season of Mai Blossoms. AI-Generated.
Beneath the skies of golden hue, The Mai blooms bright, its petals new. A gentle breeze, a fragrant air, A sign of spring beyond compare.
By Michael Finneabout a year ago in Poets
Morning
You will find me here where sunrises are biblical and God writes my story. + + + Only He knows it. and when I run up ahead
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
A madman
A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman. A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.
By Sleeping Pills about a year ago in Poets
When the Moon Forgot to Shine
The night was heavy, the air was still, A shadow clung to the windowsill, The stars looked on but dared not speak, While the moon grew faint, and pale, and weak.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
A Child Is Born
A Child Is Born A child arrives, soft breath, fresh light, held in arms so warm and bright. From deepest love, a gentle start,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Night Didn’t Come
The Night Didn’t Come The sky held its light too long, as if the sun refused to leave, shadows stretched thin but never deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets