nature poetry

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

The Edge of the Fog. Top Story - April 2025.
I drove home through heavy fog. The world ended fifty meters ahead. Everything was white, indistinct, gone. The headlights carved narrow paths in the dark.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
School of Life
Life is a book, every day a page, Sometimes a jewel of laughter and sometimes of tears. Every fall taught something, Every stumble showed the way.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
The Day I Met You
The Day I Met You I fell into a sinkhole the day I met you, no warning, no cracks, just the earth gone beneath my feet. You smiled like a secret kept too long,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Beauty Behind Every Line: A Poet’s Perspective
The Beauty Behind Every Line: A Poet’s Perspective To the outside world, a poem is just a collection of words. Some rhyme, some don’t. Some are short, others wind like rivers. But to a poet, every line is a piece of truth — delicate, raw, and brimming with hidden meaning.
By falakabout a year ago in Poets
When the Light Forgot My Name
The wind no longer whispers me your name, The stars don’t flicker quite the same. The sky is wide, yet far too still, Since you are gone, and time won’t heal.
By muqaddas shuraabout a year ago in Poets
What the Kids Need for Health?
We talk that children these days, have depression — why will they not have? We expose them to scented, stifling air, food full of preservatives,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Lifeguard to the Damned
+This lifeguard stand was right down from us on the shoreline last night when my wife and I went to the beach to photograph the full pink moon. I figured a little enhancement could make it really nice as a backdrop. This pic makes me want to write a poem about a heartbroken and forlorn lifeguard suffering from guilt after not managing to save someone. So melancholy and lonely.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Uncertain
Yellow belly wilts sometimes it snows in April your wavering love
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Of Beasts and Humans
Before the ember, before the blade, before the first rough shelter made, they walked beside us, claw and wing, they taught us how to burn and sing.
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Love is Worship
Love is not a deal, It is the deepest translation of the soul. There is no demand, no talk of conditions, It is just giving – without any calculation.
By The Content Crafterabout a year ago in Poets
صحيت فى يوم بدري بلبل جي صحاني
صحيت في يوم بدريبُلبل جي صحّاني واقف على حِجريغَرِد بألحانيسلّمت ليه أمريوتركـت أحلاميخَدنـي جمال صوتهوانا وحدي وحدانيبحنان لامس ريشهخليك يا فنّانيولا فيه بيوم تجريوتسيبني بنعانيقالي السلام سيرتيولا فيه غُنا تانيإن سيبت حريتيأصلي... وعنوانيوقولتله بشوقكتذهب... وعود تانيأكتب كلام أجملمن شوقي ليك تانيلكن الأمان عهديترجعلي يوم تانيوتسيبني أنام واصحىفاكر لأحلاميI woke up early one dayA nightingale came to wake meStanding on my lapSinging my melodiesI surrendered to him,Leaving behind my dreamsHis voice took me awayAnd I was left alone, lonelyGently, his feathers touched"Stay, oh artist," he whisperedNever to run away againLeaving me in sorrowHe said, "My peace is my story,And no other song is hereIf I lose my freedom,**That is my essence, my legacy."I told him with longing,"Leave, take your promises awayI’ll write words more beautifulThan the longing I feel for you."But my promise is my safety,"Return to me another dayLet me sleep and wake up,Remembering my dreams."
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
ALIVE Time
I can’t help but capture your vibrancy, despite your humming need for privacy. Your color palette eagerly awaits, and you hold wisdom beyond words and other’s fates.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets