nature poetry

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

Awakening
A Sapling pandiculates, As the sun's light dictates, on leaves' deathbed. Akin my resurrection, where worded imperfection,
By KSR2 years ago in Poets
Finding Clarity
Veil of dew dissolves, threads of light weave through the pines, clarity takes root.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
With Broken Wings
With Broken Wings My wings are broken, that’s okay, I used to fly, but now I stay. I once felt free, up in the air, Now I walk with lots of care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Letter of Longing
My Love, Days feel like dry autumn leaves without you, Every moment falls apart, piece by piece. I keep my window open every night, Hoping the wind carries your footsteps to me.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
In the Depths
In the shadows of trees, Architects tell more. Tells the boxes, For cold or allergy. One who's been there small, Inhabited, and In the depths.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
The Stars
Stars that are twinkling turning on the night sky allowing us to see and read the stories as they soar across the sky.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Heart
Under the moon’s soft glow, our whispers blend with stars. Your laughter, a melody, my heartstrings gently strummed. Platonic hugs, a steady flame, or self-love’s quiet bloom— each beat a testament, a dance of souls. Valentine’s whispers: love, in every form, eternal.
By Nilesh Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dream Of Me!!!
After A Long Day And A Soothing Of Pains, When Your Mind Escapes A Blur And You Want To Fantasize. I Hope You Dream Of Me…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Fog
A cloaking veil hangs over the dew-laden earth, and whispers sweet nothings. +++ And in the silence of the shrouded morning, she sees
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Colony
tiny and black scavengers all hunting scraps of sugar an oasis of toddler’s crumbs found left under a window. I wonder
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Who Wove It Better?
The web on the left shall be Exhibit A, and the one on the right shall be Exibit B. Exhibit A is the neat and orderly type, goes to bed at a decent hour and gets up early. This rockstar knows the mission, and commits fully- no matter the weather or wind. There ain't nothing' gettin' in the way of this allstar arachnid. It's full- throttle with the symmetry and optical balance over on this side.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Terrified from the Rain!
The torrential rain pounds against my bedroom window. It blows and rages as if filled with fury. The frenzied wind violently shakes the poor trees.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets