nature poetry

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

Whispers in the Silent Rain
In silent rain, soft voices sigh, Echoes drift through a lonely sky. Each drop a secret left untold, A fragile warmth within the cold.
By shaoor afridi6 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Magnifying Glass
The soft shuttering of wings, like lips upon a cloud approach the light; that singular call. A beckoning like a blaze, a heat like an embrace,
By Amanda Starks6 months ago in Poets
a dove
A dove flies out to find a perch and comes back empty-handed time and time and time again Flying the nest, you search for purchase
By Raine Neal6 months ago in Poets
Passing Time Haiku
Passing Time Haiku Three months gone so fast It’s true time waits for no one Soon the year will pass Note Only two days left in March, life is passing by faster than ever before
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Return of a Lover
A dream, dormant for decades, Returns all at once, Triggered by a movie. Words flow onto the page, Every silly move forgotten.
By Sun Bee6 months ago in Poets
RAIN
RAIN the wind was howling * I listened in the darkness to the thunder as it roared. The lightning then lit up the sky in a flash both bright and broad.
By Margaret Brennan6 months ago in Poets
I Was Healing My Soul
On this Sunday morning, I was sitting in the backyard, soaking my skin in sunlight, basking in the fragrance of jasmine,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
In Spring Time
a fine as spokes without wheels is joy to this seat of this car a vine the man, because labored them them away... and now probablayyy coupled art and spring says we grapes, sharp. 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. Smith6 months ago in Poets
Crows on Sycamore
winter dust settles crows wait on the sycamore ready now to fly. Note: Sometimes, I saw crows waiting for all members of the group to arrive, so they can fly to their night shelter.
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
The Witch of Reasons
The Witch of Reasons She walks where questions gather thick, in corners where no light will stay, her breath a hush of knowing cold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Diamond & Burn
The beginning is always the same — not a moment, but a fracture of light on something I mistook for myself. Beneath a navy sky, I made a vow. I called it love. I called it forward. I was already running.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 months ago in Poets
New Time
I knew it was over, but, still, I would cling, in the wreckage of that great storm to what little I had left, scrambling,
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets