nature poetry

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

wear the world
The world does not wear purity And it adorns those who wear roughness And the world defiles purity And calls for betrayal
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Time
In the field where fireflies dance, I kneel, frayed denim touching the ground, Above, an endless sky touches the tops of owned books. Listen.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Sandstorms and Rock Salt
There’s a sand storm out there See the frost sweep the windshield Feel it rock the battered truck * The ice takes form out there
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Dancing Rhythms
Joyful rhymes enter inside the blood flowing in the veins.Chattering, the new siren sounds of our new times begin life in pieces of our body. Shining showers of happiness in the obsessed body. Eyes are painted with new glows of the new, shining, bright lights lying horizontal. Beautiful feeling entering into our life, filling the void of our erosion with fulfilling passions.
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Winter Solstice -- Dec. 21, 2024
The Long Night is upon us, our hemisphere turned farthest away from Sol it will be all year. The darkness has fallen. * I have been watching these rhythms all year now, in ways
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Lady Bug
Lady Bug Under sunny skies so clear, A ladybug draws near. Red with spots, small and bright, A charming creature, pure delight.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
My morning
There’s a breezy wind Down bridal path Morning birds Tweeting Having a laugh. Mr fox ambled by With distain let Out a sigh
By Shams Says2 years ago in Poets
Good Night Lullaby
The moon is high, the sky is dark, The stars are twinkling in the sky so bright, It's time to bid the day goodnight. Lay your head on the soft pillow,
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Dialogue between morning
He said about his morning: The morning passed with hope. And tomorrow roams and boasts And watered his desires with loyalty.
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
dust storm
A writer looked at the dirt and described it, saying: The dirt rose and calmed down Angrily at what lies Humbly walking on it
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Riding age
Light flies after sunset And darkness lines up on the paths A cloud chases the flash of light And takes the evening as a light to ride on
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Thirsty gardens
Thirst for life extended a cup The rain fell heavily, increasing his misery So he thought the cup was filled with drizzle
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets