nature poetry

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

Rise in the morning
The light climbs as if it were growing wisely. Forsythia clears heat from the soil standing upright at the window, handing out golden pills.
By Jacqueline3 years ago in Poets
This morning
Do not speak easily. The moment you open your mouth, you will sully this morning. The earth is so peaceful, the flowers and plants love each other.
By Matt3 years ago in Poets
Sowing Seeds
Sowing Seeds The salty wings of the spring night In flight took away the man The man who forgot the woman at home Landing in the field chasing the echo of green
By Elaine3 years ago in Poets
Prophecy
With no more seeds, the father accepted the gift of his young son Together with his son with milk teeth, he planted a fried melon seed
By Elaine3 years ago in Poets
Spring Loved Ones
Every spring I ask people at the site of flowers "What kind of flower is this?" "What kind of flower is this?" "What kind of flower is this?"
By Luther3 years ago in Poets
The field is the home of the brave
Stepping on the morning dew With the sound of the farmer's hoe To the forest, the fields, the streams and the secret unknown places
By Margaret3 years ago in Poets
Nature's Child
The hot summer day, burning red with the evening sun Slowly resting in the depths of the night. Surrounded by bamboo trees, the sky is full of stars.
By Margaret3 years ago in Poets
Warmth Fills My Soul
Rain. So peaceful, so powerful, a force to be reckoned with but so beautiful to sit and watch. I find myself in sort of a trance, watching it fall, is like seeing the heavens shed a million glorious tears, shimmering in the moonlight like tiny teardrop diamonds. I lay by the window staring outside, watching the heavens tears fall against the glass, I reach over and light the wick of my favorite candle, pumpkin spice pie, I always feel as if I am being wrapped in pumpkin, cinnamon, and cloves.
By Mercedes Chavez3 years ago in Poets
The Man In The Moon, Wears A Velvety Smile
In the still of the morning, just before the alarm, I steal away to look at the moon. To see if by chance, he granted the wishes,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Dancing in the Current
The rain poured Drenching earth, Creating puddles Then raging rivers That fled down roads And through pastures,
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Places of comfort
When things got rocky, I created safe places, In my mind palace. Somewhere I could find, Only I would know about,
By E3 years ago in Poets
Whatever I see is that really,...
Whatever I see is that really, Am I dreaming or it’s happening actually? When I got a chance to speak with gorgeous,
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets