nature poetry

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

Whispers of the Dawn
In quiet fields where shadows play, The morning breaks with soft ballet. A whispered breeze, a gentle light, Awakens dreams from out the night.
By Matheesha Fernandoabout a year ago in Poets
Elk Antler Arches
I like art and craft, especially when they are made, with natural things. It’s honoring the earth, to use what nature offers,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
When the Earth Remembered How to Bloom
By [Hazrat ali] There was a silence that lasted too long, A hush across fields where wildflowers belonged. The sky wore gray like a worn-out coat,
By hazrat aliabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Sensory & Concrete
Not just the grit beneath the nail After the trowel scrapes the pail, Nor just the chill of morning dew On poured-slab surfaces, slate-blue
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Song Of The Seedling
Not thunder's drum, nor wind's wild flute, My first note was a muted root, A tremor felt, not truly heard, Deep in the loam, without a word.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The Lighting Of The Stones
Introduction It is also my forty-ninth piece inspired by Angie's work, and soon we will release our co-created book. I love this painting with the earthlight shining through the trees as the faithful hold their torches, lighting the stones.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Heat Wave Of 2025
The Heat Wave Of 2025 Heat presses in today will climb to 30 degrees the air is thick, like it’s holding me down no breeze moves
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Dewdrops and Daydreams
By [Hazrat ali] I woke where morning barely stirred, In hushes only robins heard. The grass still wore its crystal lace,
By hazrat aliabout a year ago in Poets
A Meditation on Serenity
Beneath the sky’s unblemished dome,The Quiet Sea lies still, at home.No waves revolt, no tempests scream,It mirrors clouds in a silver dream.Each ripple hums a wordless tune,A whispered pact with the distant moon.Its surface gleams, a polished glass,Where fleeting stars and shadows pass.No sailor’s call, no gull’s sharp cry,Disturbs this hush beneath the sky.The sea’s soft breath, a gentle sigh,Invites the soul to pause, comply.In stillness deep, the heart finds rest,A tranquil tide within the chest.The Quiet Sea, eternal, vast,Holds peace that storms cannot outlast.Forever calm, yet never tame,It speaks no truth, yet knows my name.In silence, secrets softly sway,The Quiet Sea dreams night to day.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
The Vernal Jar
The vixen noses her way to the mouth of her den, and gives a wary sniff Her mate leads the way, their paws puncture snow Four-clawed prints of warmth
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Drops of Sea Salt
sun silence ~ ~ ~ a batch of caresses seems to run a surface waits its affluence ~ ~ ~ like something is going to happen
By Francis Labout a year ago in Poets
Dazzling Memories
A cacophony of reflected colors bounce off the slick exterior of the skis, the rope between man and boat soaked with refreshed droplets from failed starts.
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets