nature poetry

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

My Three Favorite Flowers In Haiku form
The frangipani Soft pastel colors A bouquet so enchanting frangipani see Author's own image_ My frangipani flower bowl_2025
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Spark in the Dark
I once held a sky full of stars in my hands, soft, trembling, shy, as if the universe had trusted me with its dreams, with its quiet hopes for tomorrow.
By muqaddas shuraabout a year ago in Poets
Prickly Pear
Prickly pear, xerophyte has thorns and glochids. It's scary and impenetrable, but it blooms — cheerful, iridescent, yellow flowers
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Golden Youth
Sunflower sets on sleepy skies Duck’s reflection is but a bit of a guise Evening wraps our attention carefully Transforming our plans into prayers
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Throw a pebble into the sea,
Throw a pebble into the sea, Let go of your worries, set them free. Watch the ripples drift and glide, Let the water take your pride.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Tree Of Death
The Tree Of Death It was a really lovely tree Roots deep spread underground Its beauty made the people smile They came to see it from miles around
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What's Killing the Marine Creatures?. Top Story - May 2025.
I was visiting lovely beach of Southern California. It was spring, and wildflowers bloomed but there was a stench in the air.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Even a Horse Needs Respect
Not far from our house there is a ranch. There are working horses who are ambassadors of the agricultural past of that region.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of a Warming Earth
The Warming Earth The skies once clear, now streaked with gray, The sun a stranger in the light of day. Oceans rise, as glaciers fall,
By MD.ATIKUR RAHAMANabout a year ago in Poets
Shattered Echoes
Shattered Echoes (by Dena_mulyana) I gathered your promises like fallen leaves, Pressed them between pages that forgot how to bloom. Your voice, once the hymn to my mornings, Now lingers — a ghost lost between heartbeats. I build castles from the ruins you left, Homes out of hollow dreams. Still, every stone I lift Whispers your name in a tongue I can't unlearn. Tonight, the stars refuse to shine for me, And even the moon hides its face. I chase the ghost of you through sleepless skies, Wearing my heartbreak like a second skin. If forgetting is a journey, Then I'm still at the gate — Keyless, breathless, Begging the night to let me in.
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets
Everywhere I have done it in my life
Everywhere I have done it in my life I do it in the bedroom, do it in the hall, I’ve even done it leanin’ on a wall. I tried it in the grass, even on the beach,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In the Silence of Nature
Among the whispers of falling leaves, I hear your longing. Blending with the sigh of the wind, caressing a soul that waits in silence. The sky weaves the colors of dusk, while I gather prayers, hoping you'll find your way home, within the eternal hush of nature.
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets