nature poetry

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

Today's Bird- the Baltimore Oriole
~~🐦🐦🐦‍⬛🪶“Broken wings can heal, A bird is meant to fly.” — Kate Stradling ________________ Halloween in flight chattering birds with loud 'wink!'s
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Afraid for You
🎵 Afraid for You Afraid for youMy heart, your lover, called your nameIts beats are loud, reaching for your handsAnd while you are in my armsI’m afraid for youMy love, my lifeMy heart is yoursAlways dreaming to be held in your handsJust look at himHold me for a momentOr calm him with a glance from your eyesMy heart is lightStill afraid for youWhen you are with him, the world becomes sweeterAnd sings for you — more and more beautifullyAll the wordsSpread the wings of love to one sideAnd on the other, the world comes aliveWith the sky, we rise and liveThere are no wordsExcept for love that playsIt plays the melody of passionAnd still... his heart is afraid for you
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Ozone’s Full Of Shite (funny)
1. The Ozone’s Full Of Shite The ozone’s full of cow pat fumes, not one of Earth’s more prized perfumes, it lingers low, it floats up high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Dock
The old weathered wood squeaked, like mice, in a field of sun-ripened raspberries. Early morning fog, scented velvet aqua,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
observed
a council of trees watching me a forest of rooted silence swaying in the still wind one squeaks at me, and the wind comes again.
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets
I Love Birds
I Love Birds Not for feathers soft as sin or dainty chirps at 4am not for grace or hollow bones or nests they raid, not build as homes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Still Petals in the Breeze
Breathe in— the morning is soft, and the light moves slow through open hands of green and gold. Breathe out— the earth exhales with you.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Parrot on Mango Tree
"It was summer—humid and hot. On the dense mango canopy, I spotted a camouflaged parrot." Note: On that sultry summer noon, was looking at the mango-laden mango tree, and suddenly, my gaze fell on a wild parrot. It was eating the ripe, delicious fruit.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Howling Wolves Haiku
The Howling Wolves Haiku Howling at the moon They ask her turn off your light The moon replies No!
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Moon And The Wolves
The Moon And The Wolves The wolves sit by night and howl at the moon the moon just sits and shines without fear no flinch, no flicker, no shifting of face
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Mourning Dove
~~🐦🐦🐦‍⬛🪶"We must combine the toughness of the serpent with the softness of the dove, a tough mind and a tender heart." — Martin Luther King, Jr.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
downpour 🌧️
I still kick rocks when the world seems golden Dragging my feet when the road clears Backtracking to where I’ve gotten lost before
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets