nature poetry

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

A Lonely Tree in the Winter
A Villanelle A lonely tree in the winter Branches leafless and weak Now barren and worn and splintered The sun fled the sky forever
By Bob Metivier4 years ago in Poets
Luxurious Ladybugs (RB)
Winter time has approached me Cold as an ice cube The temps are dropping drastically Birds and bees are evacuating A place of usual refuge
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
The bird in the cage
The little bird, trapped in a cage Looking out into the big world, out there Felt like this from such a young age /
By Molly Aitken Sheridan 4 years ago in Poets
Waltz With the Cranes
If I were to shout at a peach-tree What do you think it may say back to me? Perhaps tell me to pipe down Stop falling for pipe dreams
By Oscar Wilson4 years ago in Poets
White and White
Snow falls on my cheek, Whispers to the meek That she will claim them in her clutch Freeze them solid with her touch. In lands so vast and so lost
By Laura Lann4 years ago in Poets
Holes
The special sound of “forgive me” Reverberates through my marrow As your voice rings in my hollow chest I have learned to live in my half self
By Remy Camacho4 years ago in Poets
December
The twelfth and final month Those days that make me yearn for my puddle soaked, mud covered, numbingly cold homeland. The sun is beating down in Southern Hemisphere:
By Ellie Hopwood4 years ago in Poets
Winds of Change
Winds of Change Hear the opine wind, moaning and groaning in harsh resistance to the subtle shift of seasons crashing the structured planking
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
R U S T
Rusted iron beams stand brittle, ready to collapse into a heap Of red dust beneath strong bones and pale, uneasy flesh. They moan, afraid of their inevitable demise
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Danger
How beautiful and dangerous life can be Take, for instance, a boat in the sea How vast and how wide and how majestic But then how all hope is lost when cometh a tempest
By KJ Porterfield4 years ago in Poets
Stars in the Bluest of Skies
Today, she has risen, beaming down in all her glory. She has patiently waited for me to wake. She has been recluse. She has been in hiding. She has been the intermittent one.
By Jamie LeFebvre 4 years ago in Poets
Dragonfly.
I wasn't really there with my mom, mentally, when we went white water rafting. The only thing about that day that didn't annoy me was the dragonfly. The dragonfly was bright, shiny blue with grey wings and deep black features. First it landed on her, and I thought "Good for her!". I never thought, "what about me?". But, when it flew from her onto me, I felt sensational. It was an waking of my brain that I needed for the day. Not the rapid water we were floating on with strangers. Not the riding in a bus with a life jacket on for thirty minutes. Not the hat that smelled strongly of a construction workers ball sack. None of that stuff phased me. But that dragon fly....
By Gabbie Sigmon4 years ago in Poets