nature poetry

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

Solar-powered Shih Tzus
Sun-loving doggies My solar-powered Shih Tzus Sun to warm my heart [Author's note: I am beggining to believe that my two litte edogs are solar-powered. On a sunny day they follow the path of the sun from room to room, and alewats seem to find thre sunny spot.]
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
An Eagle Flew Above. Honorable Mention in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
If freedom is an eagle Why must it circle so, around and around and around Below, we trace the broad and shadowed wingspan
By Kara Lu3 months ago in Poets
The Hunger Between Us
I track you through the marrow of the trees,  their ribs creaking in the cold like a prayer half-said.  You move ahead of me — shadow, breath, pulse —
By E.S.Flint 3 months ago in Poets
Starlight Starbright
As I sit here in the dark staring at the stars celestial witnesses secret keepers lumen listeners confession hearers
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Peace
I go into the fields without weapons, only my empty hands. I walk slowly through the grass Each blade brushing lightly
By E. C. Mira3 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Eats Clouds
The Man Who Eats Clouds He said he could taste the sky, That every cloud had its own song, He’d stretch his arms and close his eyes,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Quarry
what do I endeavor to find; what is my long-sought grail? it is but this: I hunt for a hunt pressing through ceaseless gale.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Between Breath and Frost
The forest holds its breath. Under my boots, the soil still hums— dark, damp, alive—its scent rises like the memory of rain.
By Dagmar Goeschick3 months ago in Poets
A Flash of White
Teeth bared, feet on the ground, Baited breath that makes no sound Hearts beat for a moment as one Hunter and prey and a low, dying sun.
By M. A. Mehan 3 months ago in Poets
A Letter to the Sea
A Letter to the Sea I wrote a letter to the tide, And threw it where the breakers fell, It carried words I could not speak,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
That Which Knows Memories of Blossoming
The desert is fast. That is the way you have to be here. If you wish to survive, do not let your feet grow roots, lest they be burned for standing in one
By Sara Elise MacDougall 3 months ago in Poets
Almanac for the Homesick. Winner in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
Moon, my mama is across the ocean Moon, I am the one across the ocean Moon, my ribs opened up and now my heart, My heart is in the ocean too
By Ella Bogdanova3 months ago in Poets