nature poetry

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

Mahua Tree
I love nature — it’s my happy place. I go to it to diminish my stress. I don’t run to it, to have fun; I go to learn about flora, fauna,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Contemplating Life Journey
Life’s journey is short, How nice it would be if we could spend it, with a happy heart— admiring nature, soaking in family love,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Ruby-Throated Hummingbird
~~🐦🐦‍⬛🪶 “The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.” ― Willie Nelson________________~~ Buzzing like big bees
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
when the earth doesn’t talk back
the sunlight on my skin when my body is at war, feels—grim, frantic. as if I could try to unwind, melt into calm. But without even coming close.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
to knowing a problem. Content Warning.
to all the fried fish, and the fresh ones. to the ones who take the bait. to the hooks, lines, and sinkers taken to the pain.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Birdsong
"Give me inanimate things, with a soul, oozing with creativity, I can depict bird songs." I love creativity. With a few pebbles, twigs, and botanicals, I can paint a peaceful nature theme. Here, it’s spring, Indian hawthorn is in bloom and a finch is singing.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
A Stormy Texas Night
Boom, flash, crack! *** Rain falls heavily As streaks light up the night sky. *** I walk through the storm, My eyeglasses blurring with each drop of water.
By Amethyst Champagneabout a year ago in Poets
My Condomic Institute
My Condomic Institute By Donald Knowledge Nhira My mind’s a condomic institute thoughts wrapped tight, safe from feeling, infertile from truth. A barren sanctuary,where my wildest dreams are wrapped in rubber logic. Every idea’s inspected,sanitized, protected, never wild, never real. Just theory in gloves,dreams behind glass. I’m trapped in my own head’s safety plan, afraid to bleed,to speak without a mask. They call it protection. I call it prison. Every idea passes through filters, every passion wears gloves. No mess. No risk. Just safe simulations of what could be. But I’m done with filters.Let the thoughts come raw, let passion tear through policy. No more protection just me, unwrapped, unleashed. I'm the professor and the prisoner, handing out permission slips to thoughts that never leave class. Fear teaches psychology. Doubt handles philosophy. And love? Love dropped out years ago. They said I’m deep. But I’m not deep,I’m just layered in hesitation, disguised in intellectual lubrication, wrapped up so tight nothing ever penetrates. This mind…It’s a condomic institute. Safe, silent, smart,but slowly killing art. I want chaos.I want real. I want to rip the sealoff every feeling I’ve kept in zip-locked emotion. Let me bleed thought without protection. Let the world taste the raw of my reflection. No more censored metaphors, no more padded poems. Just me and the truth I buried in a latex syllabus. The Knowledgetic Steroid AkA Donald Knowledge Nhira
By Donald Knowledge Nhiraabout a year ago in Poets
Firefly Nights
She tiptoes through emerald grass still warm from the golden glow of day. Her voice rings out, sweet songs, nonsensical words,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Catch Stars
A sole wish Made on a summer's dream Crashed, before it could feel The endless bliss of star fields . One more night of calling
By Rachael Anraabout a year ago in Poets
Symphonic
A symphonic sky Stretched across my minds's eye Where strings sing, hearts fly.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Curse of Wildlife
Every single time, I hear of mass human tragedy, I feel it’s the curse of creatures— whom we harassed, whose habitat we destroyed,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets