nature poetry

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

My Lady Moon
It’s peaceful here, in my silence and cocoon. Resting endlessly underneath the ever glowing hue of my lady moon. The rain falls heavy but it feels so good in the darkness I easily consume. It crashes against every surface. Eliminating its path, and indefinitely leaving its mark; imprinting me with her earthy, light perfume.
By Haley Walls4 years ago in Poets
My Butterfly
On iridescent wings floats by, Beneath the clouds, in yon blue sky, You softly glide on gentle breeze, And ne’er stress over things like these,
By Jess VanMeter 4 years ago in Poets
Ocean
Oceans Holding my finger with his pudgy hand shows his trust in me as we skip in a most carefree manner across the scorching sand towards the water’s edge.
By Mardi Quon4 years ago in Poets
Delicate Heartbeats
I understand The push and pull Of the ocean… The rise and fall Of the tides And how exhausting It can be To constantly change
By Tessa Glasgow 4 years ago in Poets
The Poems of Oryhun: Yggdrasil pt 2
Awake from her cold slumber Yggdrasil gazes at the sight. A cold winter has come Under a dim light. She shakes off the snow
By Mark Shaw4 years ago in Poets
Rivers
Somedays I wish To flow with the rivers— Twisting and turning Through the tides of the past Drowning, sinking—in the waters—
By EAP4 years ago in Poets
Breathless
I. Dread the matron’s kiss. Her lips are autumn nectar; tongue savors of honey. II. Her words are lushest. The darkest whisper reaches,
By Tyrell McKinney4 years ago in Poets
The House of My Literal Dream
Deciding to explore the place properly, I notice an ad for a restaurant called PASTA!, and figure now’s as good a time as any for a late lunch…
By Orion J. Zed4 years ago in Poets
Squirrel on the Wire. Top Story - July 2022.
I rarely do but that day, when I had a second to breathe I looked up at the sky A squirrel scurried across the wire Against the blue, on top of the black, a tiny blob of moving gray
By My Name Is Not Cypress4 years ago in Poets
Robin
There is a little robin who visits our back yard. He flits about, lands on twigs and fills me up with joy. His jolly red front, his lively little leaps.
By Rachel Deeming4 years ago in Poets
Roots
As I sit here and watch the incense smoke dance through my space, I realize that the smoke just is. It doesn’t judge itself for changing, it doesn’t resist the environment that acts upon it, it just is. And it’s beautiful- every moment, soothing my nerves, reminding me of the power of impermanence. Sometimes I wonder if life is one big embodiment of impermanence- chaos shoving me out of homes and relationships, only to look back and find so much joy. Joy in dark spaces, like a seedling hatching and knowing which way is up, towards the light.
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets
The call of the Thinking Tree
Just another tree, normal eyes may see. A tree I am, but just a tree I cannot be. For beneath my shade thoughts run free.
By Paul whiddon 4 years ago in Poets