nature poetry

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

The Everything
The Everything: I am the whisper before the word, The silence that begs to be heard. I’m the hush that falls before truth is said,
By Luciousabout a year ago in Poets
Sonrise
A new day has come for the Son brings morning light Faithfulness defined.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the American Robin
~~🐦🐦‍⬛🪶 "Wake up, wake up you sleepy head/ Get up, get up, get out of bed/ Cheer up, cheer up, the sun is red / Live, love, laugh and be happy!" — Dean Martin
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Siren of the Sea
He beckons me forth, my sanded toes dusted like candied fruit, ready to be washed clean by the delicate froth of white salted foam.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Alaskan Bend
Flowing down this sub-arctic stream, looking around for any silver gleam. We paddle on toward better looking holes, striving to fill our ever growing goals.
By Toby Hewardabout a year ago in Poets
Be Leaf for Me... A Show
be a leaf for me dos, do nots, dids, doings didn'ts, dones, don'ts, disses, then drop! be a leaf for me. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
One More Chance
When morning breaks with just a glitter, A shiny, sparkling spot reveals a dawn. Then birds call out a chirp, "It's ok to move, little critter!"
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
La Tristeza de la Naturaleza
The world is as empty as me I feel nothing in our Mother’s breeze Thought I heard something in the rustled leaves But all in all, it was just moving trees
By Ecarg Nosiveabout a year ago in Poets
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath Her house was a cave, a wild cat den, fifty cats prowled like shadows within. The air thick with stink, cat wee burned the walls,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Am Chris
It’s funny how the script has flipped Younger me would say I’m whipped And maybe I am Or just exhausted But now I see it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
No Money in Art
Don’t believe these heartless thieves And the lies they sell There’s no money in art If that’s true Why do all they seek to control all we do
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Light Breaks Water On The North Sea
Introduction I usually limit myself to one entry per challenge, but on the train up to Scotland today, the sun was shining on the North Sea, so I thought that would make a perfect villanelle for the challenge.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets