nature poetry

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

The Quiet Resilience of Moss
Emerald whispers, stones cradle sunlight’s warm kiss, ancient roots exhale.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Pendant
A jeweled pendant hanging brightly from a chain made of hopes and dreams.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
let us dream together
if the sun and moon the stars and comets can all share the sky why can't the dreamers? for space is infinite and no dream is so big
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
The Catch
Fluid... It doesn't think. Nothing in its veins, Just earth and links. Surfs and Trinks', Who tides beneath? We're all a little In the plumbing, I would think. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Woven Sand
Loneliness We meet Then it starts Each time we meet It grows and grows stronger A sense of connection, knowing, trust I trust and understand you. We; us.
By Glenn McConnell2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Unspoken Love
Echoes of Unspoken Love In the stillness of the night, when the world slumbers, There lies a silence that speaks louder than thunder.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Memories
Soft winds hum through ancient trees, whispering stories in trembling leaves. Sunlight dances on rippling streams, painting gold across childhood dreams.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Faraway skies
Hold my hand, don’t look behind, Roads keep changing, so do I. Somewhere past the edge of light, We’ll be more than yesterday’s sight.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
every day
a silence calls at dawn it is the bridge for star-crossed lovers when the moon and sun reach for each other in fleeting turns
By Hayley Frazier2 years ago in Poets
Complexity Of Time. AI-Generated.
Time, a tapestry woven with threads of past and present, Echoes of memories that forever last. A river that flows, ever-changing, yet constant in its pace, Shaping us, molding us, in its relentless, endless space.
By Violet Muthoni2 years ago in Poets
Willows Whisper and Watch
Willows whisper and watch, waiting, whistling for the marvelous moment… the subtle occasion, when everything aligns after egregious life events.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Seasons Changin
Winter's grip slowly releases its grasp Nature's story begins to unfold Sitting waiting for the sun to rise Looking up at the changing skies
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets