nature poetry

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

The Lovebirds Fight
The Lovebirds Fight, They used to sing in mirrored tones, Now silence nests in brittle bones. No gentle coo, no feathered grace,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You Broke My Rainbow
You Broke My Rainbow You came with light in stormless eyes, A whisper sweet, a veil of lies. I built a bridge from dusk to dawn,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Where the Wild Winds
The river moves like a thought unspoken, silver-limbed and restless, carving stories into the bones of stone. I watch its journey, wondering if
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Avocado Blossoms
I grew up in tropical India in a rural house with big backyard full of mango trees. Came spring and the fragrant blooms
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Hollow Tree
In the heart of a forest few dare to enter, there stands an ancient tree that does not bloom. It creaks without wind, bleeds sap as thick as blood, and whispers to those foolish enough to wander near. It is said that the tree is hollow—but not empty.
By Muhammad Tufailabout a year ago in Poets
Vocals of Ocean
Vocals of ocean Voices are screetching Silence is echoing waves are shivering Throat is quivering Noises are answering
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Pareidolia
Our brain has evolved to see familiar patterns — for social as well as survival benefits. Anyway, that’s pareidolia — para is beyond
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
April
I feel lucky to be living in a world with the month April, where everything seems new and favorable. Days are brightened by
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Friendly Cat
Looks like every critter on this earth needs some love, some warmth — If not, why would this cat we met in a park come and rub against
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Look Under Your Bed
Look Under Your Bed Look under your bed, the spiders are sleeping, Their legs curled tight in the silence, creeping. Whispers of silk, spun thick and unseen,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Tamarind
I saw the tamarind packaged and labeled in the Ranch Market. It's exotic in provenance, a few pods at a high price. I had to buy
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Garden Paradise
Of all blessings, I consider the garden a top one. It is transformative — a sacred space a solution to stress. Colorful flowers emit,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets