nature poetry

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

Frozen Serenity
Taking a drive through majestic beauty * Winding up a salted blacktopped road ** Enjoying the view of a wonderland ***
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Spring Will Come Soon.
Spring Will Come Soon Winter fades, the dark takes flight, Darkness turns to morning light. Barren branches soon will sing,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Winter’s Quiet Trickery
Just enough snow fall creates rivers of pattern to disguise black ice **** A wintery bond, snow, as soft as a blanket,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
s.o.c 10
There's this toy I kind of just fiddled around with as a kid because I couldn't figure out how to play with it for a while. A wooden rainbow bound in ribbons. It looked to me like a lizard, like the lizard from Proverbs 30:28 that you can hold in your hands, yet it is in the king's palace. It's beautiful. It's really beautiful. And it would drape over my palms, and I'd trace its ridges, and I could bet my life that it breathed, and the heat of its happiness chewed through my calcified vocal cords.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
A Lady Of Saint John, New Brunswick
Introduction This is a sonnet requested by a close friend. I need to fit a lot into these fourteen lines to make it extra special. I hope that I can do it justice.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Where Light Finds You
Breathe, as sunlight gathers softly, spilling golden warmth along your skin— a tender touch, gentle and steady. Pause,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The Poison Apple
The Poison Apple Upon the tree so gnarled and bare, A single apple lingered there. Its skin so red, its shine so bright,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Day I Let Go
I clung to the clouds, high and vast, A fleeting dream, a moment passed. Suspended in a trembling state, Afraid to fall, to tempt my fate.
By Davescales2 years ago in Poets
Ants on a Window Sill
They come crawling in, trying to escape the rains, one by one, tiny black refugees, longing for any crumbs I have to offer.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Walking into 40
I have been walking in these woods awhile now, passed mile marker 39. The birch trees know my name. They sway with fondness over the silver streaks
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Salem
This is Salem, a ten year old Dutch Harness horse. He's friendly and easy to work with, and loves people. Salem gives kisses. When he finds your face. He's blind. This is a photo that I took on one of our rides.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Richmond, The Fount of our Beloved Commonwealth
The Capital City, Of the Commonwealth of Virginia, The Foundation on which the state is built, The James River, Always full of silt,
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Poets