nature poetry

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

On The Shores Of October
It's not a place on a map but it's somewhere you go Just after the beaches and before the snow A world of wild wonder where the fireflies rest And the leaves pile under as trees are getting undressed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 days ago in Poets
End of Summer Blues
Cricket song still fills the air, as the warm wind switches to a cool bite in the evenings. Dead leaves crunch under foot
By Fiona Howell11 days ago in Poets
Grace
The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. Now it is morning, you are forgiven; the sun is risen. - There will be justice when hands relinquish their need for vengeance. Blood red and orange trace where white light crept across His canvas: it belongs to Him. - The moon has risen; the eyes have opened where heaven begins. Not one tear you shed has gone unnoticed; the stars do not rest when the night here ends. - The edge of the depths erase footprints left of any sin tread into sifting sand, and darkness flees west from the promise kept where the sun is met. - It has been witnessed. The sun is risen with red and orange bleeding high above the vast horizon. You are forgiven; the sun is risen. - - -
By Sara Wynn11 days ago in Poets
FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRD
FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRD I found you in the winter, Your feathers wet with rain, Your tiny wings were trembling, Your eyes were filled with pain.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 days ago in Poets
On The Edge
On the edge of September When the moon rises full Shadows playfully cross over As the leaves start to fall Like a door falling opened
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 days ago in Poets
October Trees
Ah, the scent of rot of the leaves and the chilling of the air... A sweet perfume that emulates times of getting cozy; With a book?
By Jennisea Standing Rock12 days ago in Poets
In The Valleys
In The Valleys In the valleys, Welsh farmers grow, seeds in the earth, in neat little rows. Sheep on the mountains, white as the snow, follow the pathways only they know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
I Loved A Welsh Man
I Loved A Welsh Man I loved a Welsh man, his heart was so free, his voice held the valleys, his eyes held the sea. He spoke of the mountains, the rain and the snow, and farms in the valleys where Welsh farmers grow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
Many Happy Hours In Rhyl
Many Happy Hours In Rhyl Many happy hours by the sea in Rhyl, I can hear the laughter and I always will. Walking by the water, sand beneath my feet, smelling all the seaside, salty, fresh and sweet.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
Oh Wales, I Love Your Shades Of Green
Oh Wales, I Love Your Shades Of Green Oh Wales, I love your shades of green, the deepest colours I have seen. Your mountains rise to touch the sky, while silver clouds go sailing by.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
girls that pop into your head before blowing your brains out.
girls that pop into your head before blowing your brains out. they lament your having a bad day mourn the good times gone
By Alexander Yuri12 days ago in Poets
The Season of the Turning Trees
Enter where October has loosened the leaves from the mountain, where the maple reddens in the high wind and the gold of the forest runs downward through the hills, where summer, having spent all its green, leaves the trees burning in its wake.
By Tim Carmichael12 days ago in Poets