nature poetry

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

A Lonely Wolf
A Lonely wolf will know it's substance before it is there to appear to be healed a Lonely wolf will just know through the bones of it
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Good Morning
Introduction This is my second poem inspired by the wonderful art of Scot Bateman, which you can find here: This is an ekphrastic sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Blue Flower
Flitting from bloom to bloom, a nimble bumblebee. Where've you been? Busy chasing after girls on the beach, I wonder if any of them might miss
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
The Birds and the Bees the Flowers Among the Trees
The Birds and the Bees, the Flowers Among the Trees The birds don’t care who’s watching them they sing because they want to sing
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Goddess And The Wolf
Introduction This is my fifty-fifth piece, a villanelle, inspired by Angie's wonderful work. See Angie's work on Facebook here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Glitch in the Green
I. Seed (The Awakening) A whisper hums beneath the neon soil, a pulse of jade in circuits cold as stone. The garden sleeps in ones and zeroes coiled,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Perseids
I toss my dreams skyward, like confetti, born of my own stardust sanctified in pearls of sweat from my heartbeat. They glimmer in the indigo,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Devil and the Witch
The devil and the witch were in cahoots One day they made a pact She stomped around him in her witchy boots And their love became a fact
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Poets
The Path That Leads to Nowhere
The Path That Leads to Nowhere I took the path that no one claims with broken signs and borrowed names a track worn down by boots and rain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Saint of Simplicity
In the rugged mountains and lush valleys of 17th-century Peshawar, amidst political unrest and tribal feuds, lived a man whose words carried more power than any sword. Abdur Rahman Baba, affectionately known as Rahman Baba, was a mystic, a poet, and a man of peace whose verses still echo through time, offering solace, wisdom, and beauty to all who read them.
By Muhammad aliabout a year ago in Poets
Beach Day
We live close to Pacific beaches, a conscious decision, to access the ocean often, and feel tiny, in front of its magnificence.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Menopause
The Menopause I wake in sweat, not from a dream, just fire beneath my skin my bones have learned to moan at night my nerves are wearing thin
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets