nature poetry

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

The Little Seed- Poem. AI-Generated.
A little seed, so small and round, Planted gently in the ground. With care profound, it’s tucked away, To wake beneath the sun’s first ray.
By Sujeet M Sonar2 years ago in Poets
The Savage Hands of Humanity
They carve the earth with hands of steel, Ripping flesh from soil to seal Their cities high, their towers tall— Blind to the ones who take the fall.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
Don’t pick the flowers
Don’t Pick The Flowers Don’t pick the flowers, let them live, let them grow, roots deep in the earth, faces turned to the sun’s glow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Flowers Of Our Spring
The Flowers Of Our Spring The flowers shall grow again, In gentle gold, a soft refrain. The gardens wake from winter’s rest,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Controlled State Of Mind
We held galaxies in our hands. In that moment, we understood forever. Molding life, changing history. We were forever. Or at least we could be. Glistening street lights shining through the rain on the window. We are human, we are temporary. But I’d like to hope that someday I could live in that moment forever.
By Stevie Jay2 years ago in Poets
Bright Beacon - Rainier
glistening in sun bright beacon in wilderness regal Rainier Copyright © 3/5/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin I am thrilled you stopped by! 😃 Please subscribe to me—it's free. (You can also enable notifications.) Click the ♡, leave a comment, and share with your friends.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Steller's Jay
Blue sky greets this day Steller’s jay dark blue tops tree shrieks breaking the peace Note: The Steller's is a favorite jay of mine with raucous shrieks like "shock, shock," head topped with black crest. The "corvid" family includes jays, ravens and crows - all very intelligent birds.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Every Day, I Want to Kill My Landlord
I waited for three hours in the summer for her to arrive amidst emotional turmoil, but nothing foreshadowed a disaster. Yet there were some signs that made me think
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
Counting Stars
Counting Stars I lay beneath the silent skies, A thousand lights before my eyes. Each star a spark, a whispered name, No two above the same.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The New River
The railway near, Chug-chug-chug is what I hear, Up the steep grade the train goes, Where it will stop, No one knows, The mountains are neat,
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Poets
Bamboo
Amazing bamboo Simplistic lines, reaching up like strong, straight pillars. ##### Perfect for knife fights because you will win just by
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Deep Grief
the greatest grief I have found is in knowing you cannot see the forest for the trees. You look at clover and see weeds
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets