nature poetry

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

Today's Bird- the Tufted Titmouse
~~🐦🐦‍⬛🦉 🪶 This continues my series that explores the avian world all around us. “I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.” ― Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place 🦅🕊️
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Surface Of Love
Dew hangs on the wire Like the barbs that pierce the dawn Morning stirs the fire Of a flame that’s come and gone The sunlight skirts the darkness
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Ripples on the Lake
As the sun begins to rise over the lake I patiently wait from my spot on the dock For that first burst of light to puncture the surface
By Kristen Barenthalerabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Earth Knows My Name
I walk where trees remember me— Not by name, but by the rhythm of my breath as it slows beneath their canopies. The wind does not ask who I am,
By kritsanaphonabout a year ago in Poets
The Seasons Within Us
I. Spring — The Becoming I was born in the hush of thawing earth, Where green dreams pushed through frozen mirth. The world was tender, wide, and new,
By kritsanaphonabout a year ago in Poets
(how to) wither away. Content Warning.
fly away on a one-way ticket into the unknown and land amongst "friends" in an utopian mirage -perfectly sunny and the rain falls so gently
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
Dreamcatcher
In tender repose, wrapped in the deep indigo of night, I amused myself with the sky, fingertips dancing across the astral loom,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Under the Willow
Under the Willow, where her hair blowing in the eastward wind trails of leaves guiding me toward the Sun high up in the sky.
By Krystyna Kwiatkowskaabout a year ago in Poets
Magnolia
Her petals fair and pink like the blushing cheek of a lover. Whispering loving words with a gentle wink. The birds chirp and sing
By Krystyna Kwiatkowskaabout a year ago in Poets
The Place I Yelled God’s Name. Top Story - June 2025.
Some people are born in the arms of heaven— cradled by the Blue Ridge, kissed by mist, where stars aren’t swallowed by city light
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
Nature Wonders
Human brain is built on pleasure-seeking circuitry. We crave it deeply, but are consumed by other things and forget how to reap happiness.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
June Strawberries And Ice Cream
Introduction This is a suggestion from my Muse, who loves June Strawberries with Cream and Ice Cream. The form is a Pantoum.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets