nature poetry

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

Moonlit and Evelin
The moon in silence drifts across the night, A lonely soul in shimmering repose, Its light, a soft and constant, gentle light,
By Wares Hossainabout a year ago in Poets
"Whispers of Winter"
The world turns still in silent grace, A snowy veil on nature’s face. The trees stand bare, yet bold and proud, Beneath a sky of silver cloud.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Poets
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth 🌼 "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth I wandered 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, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, 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, 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 Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Onions Are Not Gross
I heard someone say "Onions are not popular." ⚡☝️😡 Tasteless and insane! --- 🧅🧅--- Onions compliment Italian, and Mexican!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Mistletoe
"Mistletoe on sycamore Green clump, Christmas symbol— gives me joy galore." Note: Mistletoe is a plant semi-parasite that grows on big trees like oak, sycamore, sweetgum, alder. I love spotting them in the branches. They are especially distinct in autumn and winter.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
"Unfold"
You are the seed, planted deep in the soil of possibility. Even in the darkness, growth is stirring— quiet, steady, waiting for you to notice.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
Goat Herding
"Bucolic village morning Slow, simple, peaceful— joy in goat flock herding." Note: That was a scene from my mother's maternal village in India.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Allergies
I used to decorate my apartment with dahlias, chrysanthemums, daisies, carnations, roses, Queen Victorias, sunflowers, and lavender. He is allergic to flowers. He came into my life and he is not his allergies. He moved in with me, and he colored in the places that could not be filled by dying plants in old vases. He made me origami ones, let me paint the walls whatever crazy colors, and got me mugs with all different kinds on them.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk
The further one goes, the more one understands what "Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk" means. When you are in your forties Buy things for an eighteen-year-old
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Spiritual Love Descriptive Poetry
Here's a descriptive spiritual love poem that explores the deep, divine connection between a spiritual husband and spiritual wife. It’s written in a reflective and lyrical tone, drawing on sacred imagery and the language of the soul:
By Barnabas Payamabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of My Own Wings
I’ve always wanted to soar above the sky, To spread my wings and learn to fly. But with every flap, I felt the weight, Of all the things I couldn’t shake.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
Night
Secrets silently speak to sparkling stars as the darkness bows in surrender to symphonic refrains lifting high above the velvet sky
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets