nature poetry

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

Zany Zebras (RB)
Ever seen a zebra before? Never in life have I Such a zany creature honestly They are built so different Black stripes and white stripes
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Darkwatervaulted
bayous hold the sagewise knowledge of the slumber-soaked lands of New Acadie lifeblood of mud and darkwater lazily smiling bank vaults of the organic
By Brady Bowen 4 years ago in Poets
the hunter; the hunted; the hunt. Content Warning.
from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
Wash Away
Dear H20, please wash away all the goop I've kept inside me. I don't want to be contaminated with old grime that makes me putrid like sulphur. A new me equals new energy I have both internally and externally. May I dip my greasy and mucky body into The Fountain of Rebirth and feel like a thousand dollars afterwards?
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
The sailors and storms
Today Indus has spewed poison, the waves have become youthful, today the tide has risen in the heart and in the Indus
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
The Old Man and the Little Girl
The old man slumps in his rocking chair, his once white coat now a lusterless grey. It's tattered and worn as the muddied lines on his face;
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Poets
Yuletide Crystals
Ruby All the riches of the world in my hand I hold you close to my chest My beating heart, my tiger stripes The sun smiles on you
By Celia Olson4 years ago in Poets
Spring
I went for a stroll in Spring; inspired By light, the burgeoning blue, and fired By the emerging glow of the sun. Its welcome warm presence had begun
By Rachel Deeming4 years ago in Poets
Seasons
Will miss you, cool! Miss you winter, Why you gone snow and cool sprinter, Earth became a naked cause of you, Sun is becoming a wicked cause of you.
By Kamran Mehmood 4 years ago in Poets
"Black Point"
And found there still The wind held sway— Amidst the stagnant pools And salt-caked bramble The weathered stone—
By William Renehan4 years ago in Poets
Wacky Woodpeckers (RB)
Mark had a long day His teacher was on something Kept on calling him out He didn’t even do swish Then Duke Masters bullied him
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
The Marked World
I like the marks that life leaves upon the world, the intricacies, subtleties, scuffing perfection in exchange for a story, a tale to be told,
By Jade Hadfield4 years ago in Poets