nature poetry

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

Behold a Boy
Behold a boy with stick in fist Wandering fields that hum and twist Following trails where beetles roam And sage springs from dusty loam
By M. Fritz Wunderliabout a year ago in Poets
Watching The Waterfall
Me at Scaleber Force Introduction This is a sonnet for the Vocal "Light Breaks Water" Challenge, describing a waterfall I visit every time I am in Settle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Suddenly there was life
I sat in my little boat, As the sun began to rise, It gently kissed the water, Not a ripple did arise. A gentle kiss became one of love,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Be My Dandelion
Be my dandelion And I'll be your summer beeeze Be my sunset And I'll be your fiery colors Be my sunrise And I'll be your golden glow
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Afternoon
With your borrowed torch, Will you shine for me later? I'll be awaiting here. + + + It need not be yours, as long as you shine it bright
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Diamonds on the Water
The sun has been awake.. It rises.. Every sunny day— it glares The sun beams— it shines— right through - on top of the water-
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Fragile
6/26/25 The mailman stuffs our bills haphazardly again in wall-trapped timeworn cages that damn near come off the hinges every time I turn the key and
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
A Poem I Hate
6/8/25 I’m waiting to be sent away like a spotted child in straw hay Like a sickness bred in birth And you’re assiduous in the kitchen and I don’t ask to stay
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Hyacinth Macaw
~~🐦🐦‍⬛🦉 🪶 “The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense is his life, large-brained, large-lunged, hot, ecstatic, his frame charged with buoyancy and his heart with song.” — John Burroughs
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Lost Season
Roaming the garden lonely again. No flowers blossoming or leaves falling—brown and faded. The flowers and leaves have no sense of spirit.
By Joe Boeschabout a year ago in Poets
Kids Need Nature
If parents have disposable family income, they take their kids, to amusement parks, buy them anything, money can get. But consumption is
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
A Natural Remedy. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
The sun is all powerful- And it strikes over and through the coarseness of my afro- The burning star hovers over hair that bears the soul-
By Jada Fergusonabout a year ago in Poets