nature poetry

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

How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Water
The lake never spoke. Not in the way oceans did, crashing against cliffs or pulling tides like breath. No, the lake whispered—silent, glassy, a smooth pane of reflection that mirrored the sky so perfectly, it was impossible to tell where heaven ended and water began.
By MIne Story Nestabout a year ago in Poets
Tea Time
The holidays are special and sacred times, But not all celebrations are momentous and rare; A ritual as simple as afternoon tea can help us to appreciate the miracles of everyday.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
The Old Guard
He stood on the bank since sapling days, watching the river wind, making homes for feathered guests, who came, and went,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Swallowing Gods
Paralyzed by my shadow’s overbite, I claw open your swollen mud cocoon. Enshrined, spared from rot’s bloom. Sun-flayed shrivel. Maggot breath.
By Bride of Soundabout a year ago in Poets
Poppy’s Silent Tear
In a garden where no one dares to sleep, A crimson poppy begins to weep. Her petals fall in a fragile heap, Guarding secrets she vowed to keep.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Fare Thee Well, Beloved Sycamore
Introduction This week, the iconic three-hundred-year-old Sycamore Gap Tree was vandalised and chopped down by a sixteen-year-old vandal.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Before the Doors Closed
I remember the walls— they didn’t see me exist, but they felt me leaving. The wooden floors held stories of midnight giggles,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Amidst the Destruction
Funnel winds drove us under Playing school, on cots we'd slumber Sounded like a driving freight train Hail totaled the car again
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Salt in the Wound
Drenched in the warmth of summer sun too long, No SPF between me and that gradient sky. The heat was soft—until it slowly stung,
By Diana Frankhauserabout a year ago in Poets
Sunflowers
Sunflowers They don’t ask questions don’t beg for the rain they turn their bold faces to light once again No mirrors or make-up
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Night in the Garden
In the noche, under the luna and estrellas, surrounded by oscuridad, I like to sit solo, in my jardín. The soledad is pacífico,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets