nature poetry

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

Embracing Calm
Breathe in, the cool scent of shaded earth, soft, damp, alive— each breath slow, each moment full. Pause, where the light filters gently,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Fatherhood is Never Just
Fatherhood is never just Fatherhood, it’s partner hood, and son hood And some good comes Sometimes we just need to see that fatherhood is never just
By Bridge Theory2 years ago in Poets
A Case of Writer's Block
Winds push and pull the ocean along while humming to the tune of a wordless song. Chimes echo a chorus of melodic tones—
By Sloane Pearce2 years ago in Poets
Ice Break
The lake was like a bit of ice in the grip of winter, A still world-a block of mirrored glass. Whisperings went in wind across,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Poets
A Masks! A Masks! A Masks! Now
The crust, An indicator That a pie is about to end. I admire At the back And at the bottom. A slice of pie? Sending Infectiously, starts at the sting. Very very itchy, Very wettery. The opposite of dry air. A birthday pie with Birthday candles, News. Need a mask, right? A masks for trash. A patch of grass, need A masks! A masks! Being sure everything's Good and safe from a slice, Which amounts to Luck and Amounts to humanity Someone, Something Has stolen, Has gifted, And admired. Couldn't rest 'cause of A Masks! A Masks! A Masks!... Now. 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
To Follow a Butterfly
My sorrowful head droops And I soak in manmade tan Adjacent to manmade minerals. ——— His mind is clouded With dark visions
By Sir Contra2 years ago in Poets
The love story of an ant and his queen,
The Love Story of an Ant and His Queen In a world so wicked, insects' hearts hurt too. A humble ant worker, small and true,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
THE LION’S CROWN
The elephant, vast as a mountain, its tusks sharp enough to carve valleys, its footsteps shaking the earth to its core. It could crush the lion underfoot,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
one-fifty. Content Warning.
outside stilled chilly morning son no whiter than the daisy asleep for the plotting course beyond comparisons made for it until it breaks
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Gotcha Questions, Mental Gymnastics, & Facts Not in Evidence.
It began, as it often does these days, on Facebook. Will Watkins, social critic and punchline wellspring, did what he does best. Brian Walters, a stranger to me, replied first. Jim Frederick, South Florida's own Samuel Clemmens, weighed in with an acerbic aphorism. Brian, outing himself as a sky fairy simp, countered Jim with sophistry, and sleight-of-hand, no doubt hoping to wish natural laws, historical facts, and objective evidence into the proverbial cornfield.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Beyond Spectator
Total Commitment.... Shooting stars abandon fear Yearning to explode
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Railway at Quantico
Dislcaimer: I have not served in any branch of the Military including the Marines. This poem was inspired by a train trip, when I passed Quantico.
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Poets