nature poetry

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

A Winter Hymn
From deep primeval winter, roused from a stubborn sorcery of stone and this cemetery of long-foresaken clay, -- the thawing rain, which blesses the barren
By Sean Byers22 days ago in Poets
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
The sheer audacity of a tiny revival refusing to give up defying the odds stacked against you daring to burst into bloom
By Colleen Walters22 days ago in Poets
The Horse In The Stars
Introduction This is my eighty-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Ekphrastic Bref Double. It is a strict form of sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 23 days ago in Poets
Mr. Anna’s
Anna’s Hummingbird, your scarlet colors flashing in palmate maple. Copyright © 12/29/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please give it a ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 23 days ago in Poets
Lovebirds
Golden dayspring, two songbirds serenade, amidst the charming sunflowers, sweetening the nature so romantically.
By Hazel23 days ago in Poets
Deep Slate Instructional
An ace of spades lies on your desk Pick it up Press it close to your chest Now close your eyes count down from 3
By Michele Nampalli23 days ago in Poets
The Sea Needs Your Help
The sea needs your help. 🌊 Dog waste and weed killers end♻️ downstream in the bay.🗑️ Please collect dog waste and put it in the trash. Remember the birds and bees when selecting weed killers. Encourage local golf courses to use environmentally friendly practices and products.
By Andrea Corwin 23 days ago in Poets
Plants and Birds
I love nature-based art, so old Japanese paintings, are so soothing. I see sparrows on persimmon, warblers on plum or cherries,
By Seema Patel23 days ago in Poets
Glove
When you’re on my hands My heat goes up like a dove. Wonders of a glove. Check out my first book “Melanin Memoirs” out now on Amazon
By Joe Patterson23 days ago in Poets
Today I chose not to fall
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
By Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
Veiled
✨ Veiled sun whispering through treetops, touching the earth in a warm embrace. ✨
By Colleen Walters23 days ago in Poets
Paddy Field and Palms
Sprawling paddy fields tall, lanky palms sway softly nostalgia lingers.
By Seema Patel23 days ago in Poets