nature poetry

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

And Spring Arrives
With her childish behavior She gusts in on a tantrum With her roller-coaster character Like a drunk with a bottle of rum
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
*Bil Qalb*
Ya amar, bury me across your ribs— where wind writes, my love in the dust of your silence. Your absence is a sama without stars.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 years ago in Poets
What might become of me?
To give my soul to the night, Light a flame in that eternal light, And teach myself love Again and again. A donation of my heart to the
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
Sea Of Time.
Time moves in waves, just like the tide… one moment crashing against the shore, the next pulled back into the deep. * I can feel it in my bones—
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ Whispers of the River The echoes of old days still whisper In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Poets
Wish In A Bottle.
To the tide, to the wind, to the hands that might find me— I place this letter inside a bottle, a wish folded in ink. It is the twenty-fifth of February, twenty twenty-five,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Wings That Can Not Fly
Wings That Can Not Fly The love bird died of a broken heart, Feathers quiet, silent, where a song once sparked. No storm took it, no cage too tight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Breath
Breathe in, the quiet hum of the earth beneath. Breathe out, a ripple of calm spreading wide. Feel the soft cradle of the air—
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Sage
Allow it to cleanse Your mind, body and Soul But see a lot of us don’t want to Let Go We would rather have that pain seethe
By Lady Psyren2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Solitude
Even in a crowd, I lean on solitude, Like a temple standing quietly on a village’s edge. Unfamiliar noises arrive uninvited,
By The Content Crafter2 years ago in Poets
The Root of True Knowledge
Without the knowledge of one’s own language, the heart's sorrow never truly fades.Even if one becomes skilled in every aspect by learning English,A person remains incomplete without understanding their mother tongue.True progress is only complete when the home also prospers.Focusing solely on personal growth leaves a person ignorant in the broader sense.
By The Content Crafter2 years ago in Poets
Bluebirds sitting on a rainbow
Bluebirds sitting on a rainbow Bluebirds sitting on a rainbow’s gleam, Spring will soon unfold its dream. A hush of green, a sky so clear,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets