nature poetry

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

On his own
There was a hunter, He had to roam Although it would not last Because he knew he had a home. He would go out, For days on end
By Wesley J3 months ago in Poets
The Seven Wonders
The Seven Wonders I walked the earth to find its stories, to feel the breath of ancient stone, I traced the steps of distant dreamers,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
𝔹𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
I saw that you had bloomed with the sun's first rays of morning your delicate beauty and demure demeanor belying your durability
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
The Snake She Holds
The Snake She Holds The poison she holds coils in silence. It slithers through the air like a snake. Her words are venom hidden in velvet.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Luna
Dear Luna, lone keeper of the skies, With glowing beams and watchful eyes You’ve been here through every joy and ache
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Poets
The Water’s Answer by Dowsing
The Water’s Answer by Dowsing The morning hums with quiet thought, The rods rest gently in my hands, The ground beneath me waits and knows,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Current
Haiku This blue tide loves me Enfolds me, lifts me, tucks me Takes my breath away *** When I was young, a trip to the beach always included warnings about the dangers of riptides, warnings issued seriously enough to get through to the mind of a child...
By Kenny Minker3 months ago in Poets
Each Seasons Pirouette
drenched in hesitation as the seasons pirouette adopting the transition giving way to first and final breaths the ending of a form
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
loyalty. Content Warning.
requested for commitment to the ambiguous. dedicate to it: verity. faulty funds invest in broken. diminishing dividends
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
THE HEALER
In one bright world, The Healer walks, His heart still pure, his soul still talks. Through crowded streets of golden hue,
By Roman B Jr.3 months ago in Poets
Letters in Silver Light
Dear Moon, You always arrive without knocking — slipping through my curtains like breath, turning my clutter into constellations.
By Rai Sohaib 3 months ago in Poets
A Tree Of Life
I'm rooted in the firm belief that there is more than this to come Find balance in the gentle peace that when we die, that we aren't done
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets