nature poetry

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

Favourite winter day
Those mornings after a long blistering cold snap. You wake up to the brightest baby blue sky. Like a painting from the creator, after weeks of -30 days.
By Leah Gifford 4 years ago in Poets
The First Snow Saturday of the Year
An inch of snow on the ground; the dog goes outside and breaks the clean sheet of white with a dollop of yellow. ___ Tiny snow particles fall from the sky;
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Poets
Once Upon a Dream
~ Once Upon a Dream ~ There was a fire dance A dance of dark and light Shadows and Peter Pans Fairies, mermaids and little girls
By Raquel Teixeira 4 years ago in Poets
Daisies Poem
Daisies Roaming through the river bank I welcome that gentle breeze Around I look, at last I see! a field full of daisies
By Jessica Bath4 years ago in Poets
Sunny Today
The morning dew sits sparkling on the blades of grass. Birds are singing their songs on nearby trees as squirrels forage for food below.
By Mad For Fabric4 years ago in Poets
Local Cat Lady isn't Here for You
“...being a cat person is not only cool but an entire aesthetic.” Ilana Kaplan, Vogue (2021) Never trust someone who hates cats,
By Bri Craig4 years ago in Poets
the sea.
I have a dramatically complicated and unconditionally persistent relationship with the sea. I can't live without it. It welcomes me home with its cool embrace and its salty tang. The sea washes away my worries and replaces them with sun soaked memories and balmy skin. The sea glistens for me, like a million diamonds of my choosing. Its blue hues and blinding reflections provide me with a scene that imprints itself in my brain.
By phoebe morgan4 years ago in Poets
Why should you travel?
I wish to travel. To climb mountains, Gaze at the view from the mountain top, where the wind hits your face. Experience that feeling, so light that it feels like flying. If only I had wings.
By Shruthi Rajaram4 years ago in Poets
about this wisdom
Consciously walking in the greater knowing that I am now anchored to the wisdom of my inner-being is such a noble act. I mean, going from the unconscious realm and establishing my own ground, makes me all of that, and more.
By Miss Roze4 years ago in Poets
My Love
Please forgive me for what I am about to do; Tell you the sunlight is more beautiful than you I want to burn, and shrivel, and die
By Xiomara Anais4 years ago in Poets
our planet
as a population we have somehow destroyed our planet constantly thinking the bigger the better i wish we could go back to when life was so much more simpler
By alsod 4 years ago in Poets
Other Stars
Perhaps It is us Or it was us Or we will be Something always in flux A work of art in progression No reply Nothing to share
By Blake Ford Hall4 years ago in Poets