nature poetry

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

Light Beyond
In lines of light that come From behind the inside-behind of the sun, Whorls of vibrating patterns Call this space ‘life’,
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets
The Petals That Fall
We are taught that flowers bloom only for display, but they grow wild and windblown, in crags and cracks, between slabs and in edges roughed by salt spray.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- The Painted Bunting
~~🦉🐦🐦‍⬛🪶 ~"I would like to paint the way the world sings." -- Claude Monet 🦅🕊️~~__________ A living rainbow only bright in second year
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Chasing Fireflies in a World Gone Dim
Some nights feel longer than they should, Like time itself forgot to be good. The lights go out not just in the room, But deep inside where dreams once bloomed.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
Inhuman Cell
"Inhuman Cell" Anxiety all around, A frenetic trade in food. Humanity is ruined, Hayena’s are rampant. The barking of the hawks is a strange call,
By Jr. Majahabout a year ago in Poets
in the rain
in the rain i squint and i find the souls of trees. in the rain i listen and i see the echoes of coughs and colds. in the rain i wait a little and linger because of the smell of mud and dirt.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
An Impossible Hunt
A fiery dragon hunting for a galaxy so far far away. These striking images captured by the European Southern Observatory with the VLT telescope register what seems to be a hunt of truly cosmic proportions. A dark cloud of dust and gas, known as the cometary globule CG 4, appears to be reaching out to gobble up the spiral galaxy ESO 257-19. In reality, they are separated by a chasm of 100 million light-years.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry i could not travel both And be one traveler, long i stood And looked down one as far as i could
By The Learning Ledgerabout a year ago in Poets
Between the Lines 2
We talk in sentences, But live in the spaces Between the lines— Where words fall short, And silence grows loud. It’s in the way your smile falters,
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
The Things We Never Say
It’s not always silence That makes the loudest sound— Sometimes it’s the words We never say, Sitting heavy on the chest
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
We Speak in Light
We don’t always speak in words. Sometimes, we speak in glances— A look held just long enough To say, I’m still here. Sometimes, it’s the pause before leaving a room,
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Hollow Wind, Heavy Sky
The wind came first— Not a howl, not a whistle, But a low, hollow breath As if the earth itself was sighing Through a cracked and distant memory.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets