nature poetry

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

My Bench In Rhyl Centre
My bench in Rhyl centre There is a bench in Rhyl centre I have grown to love, It faces the sea, the toilets at the side.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Swallowed The Storm
The current was rushing in as I held on for dear life, crashing against the surface was every desperate attempt to drown me.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Cross-Examination. Content Warning.
To the police officers of New Jersey who participated in the hunting of black bears in the early 2000s, which resulted in the deaths of over 500 in three years:
By kp2 years ago in Poets
The Moon Hare In The Rollright Stones
Introduction This is my thirty-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. When we reach fifty stories together we will publish a book with the paintings, poems and stories.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Fire in my Throat
There's a fire in my throat burning a raging wild fire of things I cannot find the words to say gray smoke pours feebly from my mouth
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Hug the star
for all that you crave The love you want to have that's a thing you starve in between wounds and void the hearts I wish weren't destroyed
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Finding Stillness in Motion
Breathe in, slow and steady. The world shifts, but you remain. A breeze moves past— cool against your skin, soft as the hush before dawn.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Antsy Mind
I know I’m one in a million, as an ant on a hill. When I gazed upon your ravishing visage, I couldn’t help but crawl along the bed of your picturesque petals.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
A Soul Unseen
POVERTY THROUGH MY EYES What is poverty, I hear you say? What makes us survive on those dreary days? It's the shadows of want cast upon the soul When poverty's grip take its toll And when dreams are suppressed by hunger's plight On those days life looks like a tragic blight. It's yearning for more among scarcity's reign It's unseen struggles beneath the surface deep Poverty's burden is indeed like a mountain steep. It's the absence of plenty, an empty space And during that time isolation is a bitter embrace. Poor is still a person They have a soul But privileged forget that Their words are cold And among this a question arise: What is the essence of humanity? And answer to this shouldn't come as a surprise. It's to humble oneself. To give your life a purpose, In the service of others to; Those who seek help, Those who need help, Those who cannot do it alone. And when we do this, We gave a chance to ourselves To see their smiles, To share their tears, To calm their fears, And then only, hope flickers in hearts so frail, Love's resilience becomes an unwavering sail. But still here we are Hot getting hotter, Cold getting colder, Land getting barer, Oceans getting emptier, Poor getting poorer, Rich getting richer, And we all wonder; How could we do this? And keep doing this to Ourselves. More often than not, we like to blame society, But we are society And that's the issue We don't like to take responsibilities for the world's tragedies, The melting and rising seas, the forest fires and burning trees, We just stand inside and look out But it's time to go outside and break out, Of this notion That the world is going to fix itself somehow. .
By Wasfa2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Fate
Strange is the way of man, Chasing time like shifting sand. Afraid to turn and see the past, Regret the days that went too fast. No fear, no sorrow now, For a world that won’t allow. Lift your hands and praise the light, Let your heart embrace what’s right. Why fear the unknown? Your path is carved in stone. With faith and work, you’ll find your way, Let mercy guide you day by day. Did you choose the time and place, Or did grace decide your fate? Signs of wisdom shine so bright, Truth reveals the grand design. No fear, no sorrow now, For a world that won’t allow. Lift your hands and praise the light, Let your heart embrace what’s right. Why fear the unknown? Your path is carved in stone. With faith and work, you’ll find your way, Let mercy guide you day by day. Through the fire, through the rain, Through the joy, through the pain. Every step is meant to be, Trust the One who holds the key. Sing His name, let voices rise, Feel the love beyond the skies. For in the end, when all is done, His grace remains—the only one.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Star Gazer
it is the rhythm of my own heartbeat that waits, counts the stars at night. +++ Seek them at last light Slip between vast dimensions
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Sakura(桜)
Introduction This is the start of Cherry Blossom Season, so we should have words to remind us of these lovely blooms. This is from a conversation I had this morning.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets