nature poetry

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

Waiting For Worms
Hands, shed from the tree, Shrivel dry in their exile, Whilst waiting for worms.
By Niall James Bradley4 months ago in Poets
Crunchy Leaf Mountain
crunchy leaf mountain wild children leap to the peak adding brighter hues
By Natalie Wilkinson4 months ago in Poets
Withering Heights
A crowned leaf withers ⚕️ With time, but winter heals with ⚕️ Hope —white crystal light ~Caitlin Charlton~ CC Luna Jordan
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Poets
Winters First Season
Winters First Season Ruby leaves descend Robins pierce the quiet air Autumn holds its breath
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Robins
The Robins The robins sing at dawn, their throats open to the sky. I sit by the window, their song feels like prayer.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Grapes of Putrescence. Winner in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
They once gleamed with velvet in the sun, indigo skin aglow with carmine flame; the air was drunk as sweetness just begun,
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets
Gentle Death
Celestial gaze, Warming veins of thin skin on Glide to gentle death.
By Rachel Deeming4 months ago in Poets
Resurrection Haiku
Death's thrall surrounds me. Thick, rich, red rot coats the ground; The blanket of Spring.
By Rachel Deeming4 months ago in Poets
Starkness approaches
Starkness approaches. Trees disrobe to their black bones, Their leaves lost to mists.
By Rachel Deeming4 months ago in Poets
Striptease
It's a striptease show: Voyeurs openly gaping As you let it fall.
By Rachel Deeming4 months ago in Poets
Autumn's Dance
I watch you, tumbling In your red spiral death-dive; The dance of Autumn.
By Rachel Deeming4 months ago in Poets
Swallow, swallow, dear swallow
My dear swallow, Where are you going today? I am going south! ***** A/N This haiku was inspired by a swallow I saw this morning whilst having breakfast on the balcony. Observing nature in the early morning is both inspiring and relaxing. I couldn't take my own photo because I've promised myself to not take my phone with me whenever I have breakfast/tea/coffee on the balcony. It's my time for observation and reflection.
By Susan Fourtané 4 months ago in Poets