nature poetry

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

Whispers of the Earth: A Poetic Journey Through Nature and Peace
There are places where silence sings louder than words. Where the wind does not merely pass — it speaks. It whispers through leaves, curls around mountains, and rests softly upon the hearts of those who listen.
By Waqar Khan4 months ago in Poets
The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Dreaming of Sunlight
I watch the sun move ‘cross the sky knowing it will set. All I need to do is try, but I haven’t done that yet. The hope is everpresent;
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro4 months ago in Poets
Maestro of the Lost
The child within me yearns for justice, the young woman she's become longs for peace. The anger bubbles over and burns us,
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
At Tara
The hill exhales a damp, metallic breath, its ridges scarred by centuries of rain; the soil remembers coronation, death, and presses bone to stone like wax to vein.
By Isabella Nesheiwat4 months ago in Poets
Such are the Blue Climes. Winner in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Poetry speak of the wind in the trees And sings on of earth's sublime, steady breath, And bells in the soul a-tolled by that breeze -
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
I Hold Me
My childhood was rough, I was bullied, I wasn't that tough, Tears I wept, My bones rattled, And my nerves trembled, like delicate leaves,
By Carol Ann Townend4 months ago in Poets
Eternal Returning
The golden hour casts its hue of flaxen, Stems and buds, primrose, wake from their slumber. Flaming sun bows to the moonlight, waxen.
By E.K. Daniels4 months ago in Poets
flowers of fate. Honorable Mention in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
When days were young and full of life, to the forest would I go and often sit on logs of moss, eyes watchful and in wait
By Joe O’Connor4 months ago in Poets
The Balancing Act
The Balancing Act Two cows in the yard. One grounded, one bold. The first stands steady. The second climbs high. Hooves on shoulders.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Falling Light
Rufescent amber and gold flamboyantly glows Against an ashen sky and black trunks wet As harvest pays the labourers debt
By Susan Loblaw4 months ago in Poets
Once Upon a Stormy Night
Petals droop under the weight, Leaves ripped from their tether, Sprinting towards the nearest gate, Ducking for cover from the weather,
By Samantha Smith4 months ago in Poets