nature poetry

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

A Missouri Spring Rain
Under a grey, lowering sky With a cleansing, gentle rain Sunlight shining through so weakly While songbirds chirp a sweet refrain
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
The Shy Sun
The Shy Sun has emerged dappling down crisp April rays, the clouds deigned to make way to give the Shy Sun its day. - It is fitting then
By Alexander Stoddart5 months ago in Poets
Sand
It slips surreptitiously through the hourglass, one painstaking grain at a time, counting for the sake of counting. If you watch
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Before the Light Came for the Holler's
They came to Appalachia with surveys before they came with steel, walking the ridge lines, stopping, writing, looking, as if the mountains would answer to their numbers.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Barred Owl Over a Holler
A striped ghost sits atop a pine, claws anchored on rigged bark. Obsidian eyes scan a thicket, tracking movement through damp brush.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Black Wing, Bright Eyes
Black Wing, Bright Eyes A crow stands still on a burning red, like a secret kept that won’t be said, his feathers drink in every light,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Lizard’s Earth Day
Pale green lizard sits, sunning near blooming cacti take care, birds are near Copyright © 4/22/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 If you like ♡ my scribbles, hit the subscribe button. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
King of Flowers. Top Story - April 2026.
A garden’s crown A flower renowned Glorious colors Bountiful colours Lushly full robes Holding majestic globes Image created in Gemini
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
The Pig That Worshipped Pot Noodles
The Pig That Worshipped Pot Noodles He found them stacked in a careless shed, bright little tubs with a promise of salt, and from that moment his mind was led,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Open Breath of Appalachia
The sky stretches out. High above, the atmosphere shifts, a pulse moving through the dark under the surface of the tall wood.
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Saving the Earth Today
the earth so global so friendly so stashed huge that I don't ask... so I don't ask I don't ask I don't ask just wrap it up save save save that that that love that mindfulness. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith5 months ago in Poets
One Day, My Love
Like the bumble bee and the rabbit, Mammy? Yes, my darling. Our pets, Chester and Quinny too, Mammy? Sadly, one day, yes, my darling.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets