nature poetry

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

Raah-e-Hidayat
In the silent whispers of a world so vast, Where moments pass swiftly, and time doesn’t last, There is a truth, eternal and clear,
By NOOR FATIMAabout a year ago in Poets
Memory's Grove
The leaves don’t fall the way we think not all at once, nor always gold. Some drop without a sound or blink, and some hang on against the cold. I’ve walked among the thoughts I kept, like windfalls soft beneath the pine- some bruised with time, some sweetly slept, and none of them were wholly mine. A voice, a face, a half-worn coat once hanging by the cellar stair. They rise like smoke within the throat, to vanish in the thinning air. There’s peace, perhaps, in letting go, though bitterness keeps closer still. We lose the words we never caught- they echo, then they never will. No grave for thought, no stone for ache- just snowlight on a window frame. The past is not a path we take, but one that follows just the same.
By Adam Zabout a year ago in Poets
A Spring Fling
Singing in spring Praying it will bring Rising sun, so the birds sing In another joyous day to ring New growth into this spring thing.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Life is Like the Weather
... Life ... It's like ... " Weather "..every day Some days.. is clear Some days.. is gloomy Some days.. is rainy Some days.. is muggy
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Unforgivable Stitches
April 2025 11:24pm To be a dreamer is foolish, taught to us in shadows of expression, fools approach me more than a decent living nowadays, and do you think you can go on living? Do you think you can string it together, make a pretty picture on a cork board, and we’ll all forget that you can’t tell up from down? That you were born all twisted up and unforgiving? Fools don’t approach you anymore, you carved yourself a chasm in bedrock but it’s really made of the same cushions your ancestors stitched together, and what does string have to do with lessons learned? To be a dreamer means criss-crossing plays an essential role, to be a fool means you have already been assigned a part, and to be me or to be you means a decent living is nothing to be taught, nothing to be learned, but to be recognized. We can go on living because what else is there to do, other than break apart the puzzle and stick the box in the closet to be well rested for our children. It’s upside down, so mind your head in thirty years, and if a missing piece falls beneath wood, then it’s time to dig. The clock is ticking. Dreams won’t satisfy anyone. Teach them of light source and make sure you get the thick strands from the store down the road, it’s worth it in the end.
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
Oh, Happy Day!
Oh, Happy Day! The sun is up, the sky is gold, A story fresh, a day untold. It waves hello with shining rays, And dances through the morning haze.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Consider the Stars
The night sky a canvas of celestial wonder painted upon a midnight black The moon, a luminous sphere shares the sky with the stars
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Poets
Sign's of the Divine
In a spring season, When the wind breezes, The fragrance of flowers Fills the heart with joy and happiness. The wind that cools the heart, When you are on the way to the beach, Accompanied by four nephews. Around the path are green fields, Amid which stand peach trees, Their buds just beginning to open. The farmers in the fields, Working with bent mood, Are cutting crops with sickles. The noise of the sea Overflows with in my ears, Gives a message of eternity. Along the beachside, birds on trees Welcome weary travellers With their cheerful chirping. And the flowers, with their smiling faces, Whisper a message of happiness. A reflection of sun Is seen in the sea's water, Where countless stars seems to shine Like Stars in the sky. Though shinning like stars, They look like diamonds Glittering on the sea's surface. A lot of ideas strike me– To write about the eternity of nature's beauty– But time is very short. Yet, in all these natural scenes, One finds proof of Allah's presence And the fact of his oneness. By: Majid Ullah Danish
By Majid Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Stillness
Where nature. Still and beautiful. Provides us with a place to rest. These soft pink flowers float peacefully on the water
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
True Leaves. Content Warning.
Back against the wall. . The thoughts that brewed under the clouds, In the fog of a cold but gentle winter of grey, Live now underneath the dappled sunlight.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
When I die
When I die when my coffin is being taken out you must never think i am missing this world don't shed any tears don't lament or
By SAQIB AKRAMabout a year ago in Poets
The Moon Witch Watching
Introduction When I saw this picture of Angie's it inspired me immediately and I know this is another villanelle, but it seemed to flow into it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets