nature poetry

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

Jacaranda Tree
I like the Jacaranda tree, The blossoms in the spring. It makes my heart leap for joy, And birdies come to sing. ~ The little birdies gather straw,
By VJHD4 years ago in Poets
Superior
I have seen the fury of this inland sea; her rollers piled high in November gales I have heard her thunderous chorus along the North Shore, craggy and hard against the assault
By Joe Nester4 years ago in Poets
The Rainbow Glitter Maiden
My wonderful friend's daughter said her grey was her sparkly hair. If that is not a reason for a poem, I don’t know what is
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Nevaeh
This is a poem about the world in which several of my future short stories and novels take place. Some of these stories intertwine and others stand alone. I would truly appreciate any feedback on this poem or the idea of having multiple storylines take place in the same world. I hope you enjoy the introduction to Nevaeh, the land of magic. I look forward to bringing you more stories from the land of my imagination in the near future.
By Paul whiddon 4 years ago in Poets
The Rains Came
The sun, it had started to rise Then the rains came So bright that it blinded our eyes 'Til the rains came We thought the crops surely would die
By The Vent By Franklin Newberry4 years ago in Poets
The Poems of Oryhun: Yggdrasil pt 5
With failure before her The Whispers run free. She must try again So she cut the roots of her tree. Planted in the ground
By Mark Shaw4 years ago in Poets
Warriors of the Paha Sapa
Eyes like the shadows, But with colors of bloodied souls. They breathe, Never hallowed. Like the ones before, Fallen, Tears follow them.
By A. Raphael4 years ago in Poets
She was the Sun
She was the sun rising and then falling. If ever one needs help, she runs to their calling. She loved the people and saw all the good,
By Autumn Easley4 years ago in Poets
In Bloom
Plant your flowers, Let those seeds grow. They will blossom in bright blooms. Bend the blades of grass, As you walk along the path.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Poets
Grandmother Cedar
The soft loam cradles my foot with each muffled step heel-midfoot-toe an imperceptible visitor to Grandmother Cedar. She- adorned in ribbons, offerings, treasures.
By Auntie Licious4 years ago in Poets
Final harvest
I feel the fire of solstice arriving just in time to sweep me right off my feet and ripen fruit on the vine Somehow amidst the raindrops
By Auntie Licious4 years ago in Poets
The Neighbor's Cat 2
His tribe are the warriors, and the hunters, and the ones who roam the streets at night. Gliding through the shadows looking for a fight.
By Susan Qualls4 years ago in Poets