An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Sparrow Logic The city argues in tall letters. A sparrow writes smaller— a note pinned to the morning in brown and breath.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 months ago in Poets
O patient mirror of the night, you rise, unhurried, a lesson in recurrence. While the world below measures itself by progress and decay,
By minaal3 months ago in Poets
The cry of the huntress In the full of the night A call to her soldiers To come join in this fight - For the vermin are here
Moon, oh Moon How I once loved to walk under you Hoping that your gentle rays of light might grant me a boon
By Matthew Mccahey3 months ago in Poets
I'll never get used to it. I can't get used to you. It's for my whims that you punished me so well. And the dawns come, the lawyers of the daily worries,
By Olaf Podolski3 months ago in Poets
Lightning in Rain The storm arrives with no apology, splitting the sky in reckless fire. Rain slams down in frantic rhythm,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Tis said that wolves do howl at thee We do not As I hope you'll see For howling be such noisy choice Not suited to our songful voice
By Raymond G. Taylor3 months ago in Poets
Snow The snowfall comes in silence, laying its breath across the sleeping earth, soft as a memory that does not hurt to hold.
the hunt has taken its toll from a lifetime of seeking more savagely raping the land with no consideration of man both chewed up and ravaged
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
A young boy And his electronic toy Shutting the door “What are you looking for?” Screams his mum
By Marc OBrien3 months ago in Poets
Ice The pond has stopped breathing, a glass heart trapped beneath winter’s hand. I kneel and see my face upon its surface, shimmering,
