nature poetry

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

The Deffodils
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 5 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:— A poet could not but be gay 15 In such a jocund company! I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, 20 They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
By M.SUDAIS about a year ago in Poets
Morning on the Chickahominy River
The sun rises, Starts a new day, The night fades away, Looking out on the Chickahominy River, The beauty of this river delivers,
By April Denise Stuartabout a year ago in Poets
Topsy-Turvy
As my naive youth grew eyes that could clearly see I began to notice how they treated her; a toy tipped over by a curious child
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Glorious purpose
red rose dirty toes Bow down to your heart. Glorious purpose A lovely proposal A void of emotions seeking the reverse
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Cedar Waxwing
~~🦉🐦🐦‍⬛🪶This is my continuing daily series that explores the avian world one bird at a time. “Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.” — Henry Van Dyke 🦅🕊️
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
“Rain Dance”
Pitter-patter on the ground, Raindrops singing all around. Tap-tap-tap on rooftops high, Silver threads from cloudy sky.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Talks to Stars
She sits by the window when the world sleeps tight, Whispers her secrets to the velvet night. No one hears, but the stars lean close,
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
Mental Thoughts by The River
Constant flowing and forever gushing, Just like all the thoughts in my brain, As they float on pieces of paper, One after the other,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Mariposa
Pequeña mariposa, May look débil y frágil, It’s called butterfly, As if it’s suave like Its namesake mantequilla. But it’s surely resiliente.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
He Didn’t Know I Saw It — But Girls Notice These 7 Awkward Things (And We Actually Care)
Not the kind we write down (well… some of us might), but the mental list we all keep. It’s the “tiny things we notice about you” list. The things most guys think go under the radar? We see them. All of them. Some make us melt. Some make us laugh. Some make us send a screenshot to the group chat with “??? explain this” typed in panic. And yes — some are awkward. But awkward doesn’t mean bad. It just means human. So here are 7 awkward things girls definitely notice about guys… and what they might mean to us. 1. The “Trying Not to Look” Look You know that moment when you think we’re not watching — but you glance our way for 0.2 seconds too long? Yeah. We see that. We’re not mad about it. But the pretend-innocent face you make after? Iconic. You’re not slick, but it’s adorable. 2. The Weird Way You Text Some of you text like you’re being charged by the word. Others? Like you’re auditioning for a role in Shakespeare. We notice. We send screenshots. We ask our friends what “lol. yeah” really means when it comes 2 hours after “wyd?” Awkward? Maybe. But sometimes, the mystery is the fun. 3. That One Piece of Clothing You Love a Bit Too Much There’s always one hoodie. Or cap. Or those beat-up sneakers from 2012. You think it’s your “signature.” We think it’s a test of our patience. (But secretly, we’d miss it if you stopped wearing it.) 4. Your Haircut Timing Boys, why do you always get a haircut right after we say we like your hair long? It’s suspicious. We notice the fade. We notice the phase where it’s “growing back.” We say nothing — but we’re tracking every inch. 5. That Moment You Get Nervous (And Pretend You’re Not) Whether it’s fumbling for your wallet or acting overly confident when introducing us to your friends — the nervous energy? It radiates. We pick up on it. Sometimes it makes us nervous too. But more often, it makes us smile. Because it means you care. 6. How You Treat the Waiter Trust me. This matters. If you’re rude to the waiter, that mental list we were talking about? Yeah, it suddenly has a bold red X on it. Awkwardness is forgivable. Entitlement? Not so much. 7. Your Bathroom Mirror Selfies Yes. We found your old ones. No, we’re not judging. (Okay, maybe a little.) But there’s something oddly endearing about the awkward “gym pump” photo or the blurry mirror pic from 2018. It’s cringe — but it’s also real. And we love real. So… why do we notice all this? Because we’re paying attention. Because when we like someone, the awkward things become the beautiful things. The flaws become fingerprints. The weird becomes wonderful. You’re not supposed to be perfect. You’re supposed to be you. So next time you wonder if she saw you trip over that chair, or say “you too” when the waiter said “enjoy your meal”? Yes. She saw it. And she smiled anyway. Because if she’s noticing the awkward things… there’s a good chance she’s noticing you. ''If you find my story even a little helpful or enjoyable.Please don't forget to like and comment. Your support will inspire me to keep writing more." Thank you dear.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
When the Mind Awakens. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Free Verse Poem: Phanes touched my brow— Not with fire, but with silence. And in that quiet, A universe stirred behind my eyes. I was not born, I was revealed. Pressed from formlessness Into shape and story. My self— A fragile architecture Of thoughts, feelings, echoes. Compressed. Expanded. A breath held between the stars. Literature found me there. Not as a scholar, But as a sculptor. Each word a chisel, Each sentence a strike Against the stone of numbness. We are born Encased in the sediment Of assumption. Layers of what we are told. What we repeat. What we forget to question. But inside, We carry gems. Geodes of knowing, Invisible from the surface— Beautiful within. Crack us open And see what glitters. Defamiliarization— The estrangement of the obvious. We write not to teach, But to remember. To disrupt. To unsee, so we may see again. A poem is a pickaxe. A story, a blade. Criticism, a lens. Each is used To reach that glowing core— The human truth Wrapped in metaphor. We write to ask, Who are we, When no one is watching? What lingers In the cave of thought, Clinging to the damp walls Like ancient stalagmites
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
I am lonely in the rain.
The clouds are gathering, the sky is shaking, darkness is all around. On days like this, all you need is love. Come on, come out, I'm lonely in the rain.
By Sajib Mridhaabout a year ago in Poets