nature poetry

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

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Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Book That Changed Everything
The Story In the heart of a busy city, life moved quickly. People rushed to work, buses honked, and the streets buzzed with noise. Among the crowd, an old, dusty book lay abandoned on the sidewalk. Its pages were slightly torn, the cover was dirty, and no one seemed to notice it. For days, it sat there as hundreds of feet walked past it. No one cared.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Light
Breath, water, steam, mirrors. Sand, leaves, windows, grass. Trees, animals, people, clouds. People, clothes, shoes, jewelry.
By Amethyst Champagneabout a year ago in Poets
Horizons Beyond the Pines
Morning unfolds like silk across the valley, pine-tops kindling beneath first light, mist drifting unhurried over the river’s cool skin.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
As They Fell the Trees
For a long time, village roads were lined, with shade-giving trees, mango, and java plum, tamarind, and neem. Pedestrians rested,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Silence Grows
The world unmoors. Not suddenly— but with a slowness so vast you almost don’t notice until the ground beneath no longer feels like ground.
By Super Starabout a year ago in Poets
Proud of My Plant Love
You may or may not know, I am a plant lover. Fourteen years back, on this day, I came to the USA, to start an immigrant life,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Four Friends: A Confluence Of Strength
Before the confluence, where the wide river bends, And ancient forest to the meadow descends, Four spirits moved, distinct in form and aim,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Dark Starry Night
Dark Starry Night Dark starry night unfolds above a quiet moon watches close cool shadows stretch along the ground soft silver light without a sound
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Blackbird
~~🐦🐦‍⬛🦉 🪶 "A blackbird doesn't have to change its tune to suit the times." - Marty Rubin "At the sight of blackbirds / Flying in a green light / Even the bawds of euphony / Would cry out softly" - Wallace Stephens
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
When Light First Spoke
The hush was first. Not silence— but the breath before a violin sighs. Then came light, brushed in pale syllables across the brow of the earth,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Summer Memories
I do miss when we were young and the summer sun was warm on our water speckled skin and the air smelled like honey. In my memories
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets