nature poetry

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

Two and a Half Seasons
The stubborn khaki leaves cling to branches, paper birches, I call them because of their resemblance to bags from the packy. They stay all winter,
By Harper Lewis24 days ago in Poets
Only in Theaters
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs24 days ago in Poets
Torn From The Top
They tell us the veil was thick— not linen you could fold at night, not fabric that stirred when men passed by, but woven dense with warning,
By Hannah Lambert24 days ago in Poets
The Echo of a Vanished Love
That person arrived out of nowhere, Only to drift away into the distant unknown. I once dreamt they would stay by my side, In the humble cottage of our love, forever home. Days turned to months, and months into years, Time flowed on, leaving me behind. I wonder now, in the life they lead, Is it happiness and joy they find?
By MD. Rahmat Ullah24 days ago in Poets
Our Bodies
We are in control of our bodies Until we let stress take over Decompose our immune system We are in control of our bodies
By L.I.E24 days ago in Poets
The Cats That Scream
The Cats That Scream When the houses sleep quiet at night, the streets turn narrow and shy. From the gutters of sleep they gather,
By Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
Stargazing
Introduction I once saw a painting by Carl, and it resulted in a story that he liked. I probably saw it because he is married to Misty Rae, who many of you WILL know
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 24 days ago in Poets
On a Walk
a winter afternoon a perfect temperature a content atmosphere a grandfather pine tree shepherds the saplings their long soft needles sway
By Colleen Walters24 days ago in Poets
Fleeting Gold
One brief stick of gold Fighting off the forest cold Joy before it dies ---
By Fathi Jalil24 days ago in Poets
Pine needles thread rays of sun
Pine needles thread rays of sun, as the day is nearly finished and done. You have won and you have the final say, despite doubts of dreary, dappled gray.
By Rowan Finley 24 days ago in Poets
Half My Face
Not that the sun's in the way, it's day day day day day keeping. Keeping-it-and-a-going. All keeping... Keeping it, then gone!
By K.A. Smith25 days ago in Poets
Cigarette
Big heat for insects. Such a small yet big outlet. It’s a cigarette. Check out my first published book “Melanin Memoirs” on Amazon and Kindle out now.
By Joe Patterson25 days ago in Poets