nature poetry

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

O Butterfly Cinquain II
Introduction Two years ago, I was going to write a Butterfly Cinquin that looked like a Butterfly. I failed and wrote a Fibonacci poem. Since then, I have found ways of creating what I want in words and visual depictions.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
I Wake Up, Feeling Grateful
I wake up with the canciones of pinzones and gorriones, on a new fresca mañana. I walk up to the ventana, lift the cortina,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Omer 16 - New Moon Iyar
all is quiet. the moon hides and sleeps, allowing us to whisper and stretch. we take the dark to face ourselves by starlight.
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Hills Know My Name
Where the Hills Know My Name I didn’t plan to fall in love — I just packed a bag and left. Left the noise, the rush, the version of me that forgot how to breathe.
By Divya Tiwaryabout a year ago in Poets
Loneliness
I tried to disappear without a trace. It was found that no one really cared Sneezing when I was a child I always thought someone was missing me.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
My Sun
Bouncing on one rose petal to the next Until my heart reaches you A tornado I become as you spark my heart But yet you calm my storm
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Blessed Be Her Earth
Like the verse below, I am reborn of late. Spring has sprung and with it my creative soul. I have neglected what once was my only passion. This story blends my rebirth into wordsmithing and is inspired by the works of my better half Ravelyn Nightingale, in particular, her story Vemadea.
By Tales from a Madmanabout a year ago in Poets
Windmill turning in the wind
Windmill turning in the wind Windmill turning, wind blows fast, Metal groans, the bolts hold fast. Sky’s gone dark, no time to speak,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Breathwood
step s o f t it listens, even when your mouth is a locked garden of silence. b r e a t h e not like cities teach you
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Surviving The Worse Haiku
Surviving TheWorse Haiku Pandemic over After effects of a quake Survivors live again
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bunny Rabbit
Cotton tail is white, Pointed ears and that’s alright. He is my rabbit. 🐇🐇🐇 ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
A River Dammed
somewhere in the pause between inhale and scream my lungs collapse too full of flurries from my mind like a moth's wings
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets