nature poetry

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

Let Kids Have a Beautiful Childhood
Let their childhood be about, Blowing dandelions, playing with pine cones, making bouquets out of California buckthorn,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Cracks in the Walls, Roots in the Heart
The roof above may still stand tall, But silence echoes through each hall. A house of brick, of paint and tile, Yet peace has left it for a while.
By muqaddas shuraabout a year ago in Poets
Inspiration, and Ikigai from Nature
We often look for inspiration from others— but truly, we’ve got to find our own way. We aren’t made to follow someone else’s lifestyle.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Parents, Lead by Example
We have to practice conscious parenting. We can’t just complain about a child’s sickness while continuing to do the very things that fuel it.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Nature of Life
No one .. can stay with us forever Friends .. who used to be close One day, we may become distant A lover .. who we used to think of giving our life
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
SUN SET
You are the prefect work of your creator.
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
MY VILLAGE . AI-Generated.
Am back to my roots, To the home of my ancestors, To my village, Where I feel a sense of belonging. 38 years ago, my mum took me away in search of better life. Like Jacob left Isreal for Egypt and Nomi left Bethlehem for Moab in search of wheat and bread.
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
Love in Two Places
Love in two places """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" The waves on the shore Sprinkle the foam What is sweet The sound of the waves
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
COLORS
The colors of the sky, The colors of the trees, The colors of my garden, The colors of my flowers, Make my world a beautiful and meaning full place.
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
ONE WHO DOMINATE THE GARDEN, MARKET AND KITCHEN.
You grew in the 1900 hundreds and fed our ancestors, our parents, us, and now our children. You never grew outdated. Up at the highlands or down the coastal,
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
A Forest for My Thoughts
I wandered into a place where silence sings, a forest woven from soft whispers, where every tree glowed with light and reached deep down, hidden from my view.
By Abdul AL Nomanabout a year ago in Poets
After Midnight
Love lingers under Magic, moonlit masquerades Setting souls afire
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets