nature poetry

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

A Lantern Through The Mists…
A well-trod road beneath my feet A path I know as well as my own face Mist curls thick, an old friend to greet In this wild and desolate place
By Natasja Rose4 months ago in Poets
Soft Light
memories float like feathers embers flicker into flames we dig, searching for treasures to make ourselves a name lanterns protect the spark
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Hunting For Peace. Content Warning.
We pulled up to the sight about a quarter till four The light made a path, as we opened the door We gathered the supplies and got our things in order
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Fall
It's officially the season of fall As in, the season to fall in lust ~ The season to fall into bed with the first warm body that makes it past orientation The season to fall to my knees in front a vampire with a dominant streak The season of cinnamon scented sins and pumpkin flavored desire The season to salivate over the changing colors of red flags ~ The season to await the frostbite on body parts only our eyes can see And then eventually to wrap them with bows and cover them with tinsel Then once they are unwrapped, to watch as they begin to defrost And after the sun comes back out to melt the evidence, To turn to ghosts til it's time to fall once more
By C.R. Hughes4 months ago in Poets
Hearth of One Flame
I move through the silence. The dark stretches in layers, dense and patient, and I sense the lantern before I see it. Its flame is small,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑨 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆
Hey, little one you're adorable you seemed to be on a mission so I was happy to get you where you need to go but everywhere I put you
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
The Moon Does Not Deceive Me
Some people say they harvest The power of the full moon But I know a secret I'll share with you this boon Dear moonlit night
By Cheryl E Preston4 months ago in Poets
Peace of the Tide
I pace the shallows Waves lapping my shins As the tide rises My time grows thin I see the end on the horizon Yet, can not change my path
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
Before the Light Finds Me
I remember the dark as it used to be— thick, kind, filled with the hush of leaves. Then came the hum beneath the hill,
By Reid4 months ago in Poets
Moonlit Stillness
Still pond, moonlight hums, a heron lifts through the mist; time folds into now.
By Printique Studios4 months ago in Poets
What We Left Unsaid
I still remember how quiet the room became when we stopped trying to fix it. No shouting, no slammed doors— just the sound of two people
By Anthony Scott4 months ago in Poets
We Forgot to Stay
We were two people standing in the same room, but living in different memories. You looked at me like you were already gone,
By Anthony Scott4 months ago in Poets