nature poetry

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

Roots of the Quiet Earth. AI-Generated.
Beneath the soil, where no eyes peer, The roots converse without our ear. No need for speech, no rush, no race, They move with time, with patient grace.
By Poetry Masterabout a year ago in Poets
Personal Growth. Content Warning.
I meditate long on the Muse's lively bliss Whose call goes out like a shockwave rolling across the landscape
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Seas of Fortune . AI-Generated.
Across the restless mirror of the world where dawn spills molten gold upon the waves, the ships slip silently into fate’s embrace,
By Dipnarayan bhagat about a year ago in Poets
Dream Seeds
At night I plant my quiet dreams, Like tiny seeds in hidden streams, They drift beneath the moon’s soft light, They grow their roots in silent night.
By Johnson Isabellaabout a year ago in Poets
A Quiet Place
I walk where wildflowers gently sway, Where shadows dance and soft winds play, Where worries melt like morning dew, And all the world feels kind and new.
By Johnson Isabellaabout a year ago in Poets
Golden Hush: The Heart of Afternoon
Written by [Hazrat ali] A Poem of Quiet Light and Golden Thoughts The sun hangs low, but not yet tired, A golden hush the light has wired.
By hazrat aliabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Vessel of Dreams
Not casual wood, adrift and bleached by tides of passing whim, Nor gilded hull where vanity in shallow harbours swims. This vessel, shaped by patient blade and vision stern and deep,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Offering
Not gold, hammered thin and cold to catch the sun's last glance, Nor jewels ripped from secret earth, to dazzle and entrance.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Lavender Kisses
Lavender Kisses His breath traced slow across my skin a whisper caught where touch begins fingers curled like secret flames
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Where the Bamboo Grows
In the hush of jade-drenched dawn, where fog rolls like whispers through hills, a panda stirs — not quickly, not with urgency,
By Ella Morganabout a year ago in Poets
The Quiet Strength
Beneath the noise, beneath the glare, Where silence breathes the open air, There lies a strength we often miss A calm, unshaken kind of bliss.
By Matheesha Fernandoabout a year ago in Poets
No longer Your white rose
From thirst to thirst to thirst and finally to nothingness and to wholeness and to everything, I wanted you so much, but now no longer, now no longer at all, now there is silence and peace, now my life, my space, my inner aura is rebuilt, preserved, trained against your manipulations.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets