nature poetry

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

Lovely Places
lovely quiet places let us pause to admire before leaving earth. Note: The world is insanely beautiful. Let's admire it, before our journey on this earth ends.
By Seema Patel4 months ago in Poets
Fairies Bless My House My Home
Fairies Bless My House My Home At dusk when skies were painted gray Soft wings descended through the rain Tiny fairies wrapped in gold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
To Sniff Tree Bark. Top Story - May 2026.
Roots to ankles, ankles to roots Tie soft yellow ribbon round my belly Round your tree trunk umbilical As sap snails down toward the waiting
By Oneg In The Arctic4 months ago in Poets
The Tree of the Dancing Man. Top Story - May 2026.
There is a tree which stands alone. It is not too large, not too small. It rises above a hedge which helps it grow In height
By Rachel Deeming4 months ago in Poets
The Mountain Home
I hear the soft pitter-patter of rain threading through the trees, a quiet rhythm stitched in green, a song carried on the breeze.
By Adrianna M. Braun4 months ago in Poets
Rain Comes as a Reckoning
The Rain Comes as a Reckoning I have gone to the creek to think, and the sky has followed me there. It opens in sheets, willfully,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟
i'm drawn to any place where beauty grows just as a lovely rose embellishing this space. ❤️ it just knows to grow without primp or vain
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
Summer's Lament
Spring failed to capture the feeling I was waiting on. I had spent the winter in shambles, as all mentally ill people do, with the expectation of Spring on the horizon to look forward to.
By Kera Hollow4 months ago in Poets
Pyramid to Pyramid
a ruby so bright a shined light cave marooned an escape like my house my room like a gift from a mummy-friend rock under living a hill a collector a tomb pyramid to pyramid pyramid to pyramid pyramid to pyramid pyramid to pyramid pyramid to pyramid travels I a tomb. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith4 months ago in Poets
The Sun Is Getting Hotter
The Sun Is Getting Hotter The summers never feel the same The air hangs heavy, hard to breathe The earth looks tired beneath our feet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Fires in December
I. Hot winds from the east fan the December fires. Winter or Summer? II. White flakes cast about, like snow, ashes cover hills.
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
The Cold Breath of Nightly Mist
I. Tonight, fog rolls in and there is nothing to see from the backyard ledge. II. Can’t see the sea, can’t see the curves of the bay
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets