nature poetry

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

You Loved Me Without All That
The sky itself is a vast painting.. There are many grasses that lie down and lie down There are many lovers who melt on the ocean
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
My CB Radio Days
My CB Radio Days Dr. Kiss, kiss on my CB radio, Cheers me up, makes me smile, Breaker, brake, no, not just yet, Says Dr. Kiss, quite upset.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Rainbow dulling kind of day
Rainbow dulling kind of day When your rainbow turns to grey Don’t sit back and spoil your day Don’t give silence all the space
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Autism Tribute
We love the garden club, where we plant the seeds, and pick the pesky weeds. Ms. Annie takes us on field trips, it’s nice to feel like we belong,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
My Grandfather’s Garden
Not toys or trinkets, but the fig tree knew my name. I played beneath its heavy limbs, my feet tangled in the grass like roots learning to belong.
By arafat chowdhuryabout a year ago in Poets
𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
You plant darkness deep beneath the skin, Where roots of the muted congeal to sin. Not every seed needs the sun— Some bloom when day is done.
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
Love Thunder
Still scared of thunder The way it makes the house shake The power to make the electricity to go out The loud noise its make
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
A Life of Success
A Life of Success A day. A plan. a fantasy. A boy. He ran. He wrote. He inquired. He had a purpose. He noticed a wall. a high wall. a solid wall. He slipped. He stood up. He ran once more. A bag. A book. A bell. a chair. He carried a map. A path. A way.
By Shihab Shahariaabout a year ago in Poets
Another Earth Day
The Earth is fragile, for— we are turning hostile. We call ourselves Homo sapiens— the wise ones— but our actions are worse
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Admiring senescent leaves
I am a philocalist — someone who sees beauty in almost everything, even in senescent leaves. On my walks, I just can't ignore
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Daffodils
🌼🌼🌼 Yellow daffodils, What are you all telling me? Please, do not kill us! 🌼🌼🌼 🌼 On the lifespan of daffodils Be mindful. Cutting daffodils kills the flowers, reducing their lifespan
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
The Empire of Burning Light
You can walk up Brown Mountain Where the Green Giants dwell Here the living seek the dead And it is a spiny hell Tiny dinosaurs run on hot sand
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets