nature poetry

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

Moonstruck
My dearest Moon, My constant companion Wandering with me down the decades Lending silent support in spades Beaming approval from high in the sky.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 months ago in Poets
𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
✨ Look up and see my silent signal sigh to be your constellation. ✨ “He alone spreads out the heavens, And treads on the waves of the sea; He made the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the South". Job 9:8-9 NKJV
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Every Reign Ends
Holes I search the depth of these Branches I look beyond your leaves I emerge unrewarded from the seas Only licked clean bones hang from the eaves
By Ashley Wrigley3 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for My Sanity
The Hunt for My Sanity The forest of my mind is restless tonight, its paths split open by old mistakes, I move through the quiet like a ghost of thought,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Farmer Pete’s Revenge on the Rabbits
Farmer Pete was distraught, With the rabbits at his place. Right there beside his veggie patch He often gave them chase.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
The One That Didn’t Run
They said the chase was the point— the thrill, the blur, the reach. But I grew tired of worshiping distance. What if the lesson
By Marcus Hill3 months ago in Poets
Will You Keep Our Secret Mr Moon
Mr. Moon, I look at you, And see you looking back at me, I know you must have seen a thing or two, But will you keep our secret?
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
Failure to Launch
Dear Moon, The only B I ever received was a test on your phases see I can wax and I can wane but I cannot discern
By Cali Loria3 months ago in Poets
The Wild Hunt
The mist rises from the moss On a silent Peaceful evening as the Last sun of the harvest sinks Into the first night of winter.
By Roderick Makim3 months ago in Poets
Unfold Me, Carefully
Unfold Me, Carefully I have been paper— creased into swans and ships, a pocket map to places I never meant to go.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Freezing Frost
Freezing Frost Before the sun awakes, frost crowns the sleeping fields in silver, each blade of grass armoured for the dawn.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Wolves at the Teacup
Wolves at the Teacup They come politely at first— breath like winter on the saucer’s lip, ears pricked to the rattle of a spoon.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets