nature poetry

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

Cycle
Whispers from sunflowers, Lyrics from lilies, Wishes from roses, Dances from daisies. Wonders from orchids, Greens from gardens,
By Krystyna Kwiatkowskaabout a year ago in Poets
Ideal Ending to a Long, Long Story
Watching the sun and moon meet, Wondering what a visit it must be. Laying in green grass, splotched with color, Crushing the land beneath him.
By Krystyna Kwiatkowskaabout a year ago in Poets
A Variety Of Blessings
A variety of blessings Green grass Red roses Pink peonies White daisies Yellow sunflower Blue sky Yellow sun White clouds
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Song Of The Stones: Summer Solstice 2025
Introduction This is my forty-sixth piece inspired by Angie's work, and I am grateful that she has allowed me to do this. You can find more of her work on Facebook here
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Come Out
Only a little movement Only smelly gas is released Stomach bubbling Why is the intestine not working Almost a whole week passed by
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Eternal Garden
I walked into the womb of earth, a child of doubt and fear, Worn by the wounds of ruthless men, their words too sharp, too near.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Summer Solstice; Prepare for it
Prepare for it Not a day-long event Time specific Time sensitive 🌞 Summer Solstice 🌛 Prepare for it * Feel it in a shifting wind
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Ladybugs Are Magic
Introduction While I think that ladybird is a better description than ladybug, they are beautiful creatures, and ladybug is the word on the American landmass. I love seeing them, and if one lands on me, I enjoy the tickle of their feet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Silence
I began with the sound of my own steps, soft against the ground— a rhythm that didn’t ask to be heard, only followed. The world around me felt paused,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Eighteen in Bloom
By the wind, by the leaf, I lived. And I live still. I was the whisper of a morning breeze, Soft on your skin, tender as hope.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
How I Turned My Pain into Poetry
I didn’t set out to write poetry. I wasn’t trying to be profound or poetic or even brave. I was just trying to survive. There were days when the ache in my chest was too big to speak out loud. Days when the grief, the shame, the fear, or the sheer heaviness of living felt like more than I could carry. And in those moments, I did the only thing that made sense:
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Black-throated Blue Warbler
~~🐦🐦‍⬛🪶 “The imagination of the birds was ahead of us because they dreamed of going to the Moon while we dreamed of soaring like birds into the sky!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets