nature poetry

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

consciously value myself highly
I've learned a new term called "consciously value myself highly.", which means that I won't lose hope in life because of my previous dilapidated state,
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Monkey Menace
Different regions, different tensions. In my in-laws’ place, in rural India, there’s monkey menace. Human encroachment expanding,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
A Gentle Push Forward
"Maybe you think that motivation is just a collection of words filled with illusions. But I'm quite happy if it can help you a little bit to achieve your destinations." Because sometimes, all we need is not a miracle, but a reminder — that we’re still capable of dreaming, still strong enough to try. Even if the words sound hollow to you now, Let them echo through the walls of your doubt, Until you find your own voice saying, “I’m not done yet.”
By LilY Pagesabout a year ago in Poets
I Always End Up Too Late
I always end up too late In all the things I do — When there's something I must say, A promise I should keep, A voice I need to call out to,
By Farhan Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Stream That Became a Storm
There are stories that live quietly inside us. Not the loud ones. Not the ones you tell at parties. The ones that flow beneath the surface — soft, unseen, and often dismissed.
By Worn Edgesabout a year ago in Poets
Leucistic Pigeon Friends
Birds of same feather, always flock together— we’ve all heard it, and it’s very true. I see it everywhere. It helps with motivations,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Omer 23 - The Morning’s Golden Hour
The ocean breathes salty and so do I. I have slept through so many of these morning and will sleep through many more. The sun is too fierce on the water,
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
A Tattoo-Worthy Poem: One Line You’ll Never Forget
Scars That Speak I was seven when I fell. Knees split open, blood like spilled ink. Mom whispered, "Don’t cry—skin remembers."
By PhilipM-Iabout a year ago in Poets
Dreams in the Stars
Standing outside looking up at the stars above All is still, a quiet peace surrounds us Among the darkness, there is a light that lets us know
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Poets
Deep, Blue Ocean
Deep, vast, blue ocean Home of whales and dolphins— Dare not taint with pollution. Note: As the naturalist David Attenborough recently said, “Ocean health is necessary for the well-being of life on this planet.”
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Serendipity
Serendipity — what a lovely word, In English, it's much-admired. It means a happy experience, found purely, by chance. It makes the day, when we encounter,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Rose
She is a rose. She is love - not always understood, but always felt. She is delicate, but that doesn’t make her weak. It makes her real.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets