nature poetry

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

Calm Saturday Morning
The scent of vanilla and pumpkin lingers in the air. The dishwasher plays its song, a rhythm like binaural beats coming from the kitchen.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Poets
I’m cradled by the night.
In a bed full of blankets, I’m held in serenity Her arms, fresh, comfort me Through a small slit in the window With a knowing I don’t need to know
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
Silk and Clay
The sky, among other things, has many names in this world. Blue. Grey. Like Silk. Like Clay. Animated. Authoritative. Quiet, yet illuminated.
By Sophia Makarenko 4 years ago in Poets
Together in Peace
Each moment carries more weight with the joy of exertion the dark, often frightening, closes in comfort. cool blankets warm steadily against my skin and the light melts away
By Shannon Parra4 years ago in Poets
Lift me up
Inhale the cool air Waving high her delicate hand, Inflating at every word my voice, Something this day in the transparent night,
By Basketball Town News 4 years ago in Poets
Green Thoughts
Describe the feeling when you plant your feet into the grass Describe the true love inhale the beauty of the air So sweet
By Basketball Town News 4 years ago in Poets
The little owl
In the endless dark of night, I soar the skies in a dreamless flight, My eyes scan the ground looking for prey, But as soon as they see me they run away.
By Silver 4 years ago in Poets
Tonight.
Tonight, we are young. The flickering moon radiates on your porcelain skin. Brings out the alluring radiation in your stoic face, your bright blue eyes. Every time we move, we shift together. The absence of feeling, the rush of senses as I touch your skin Unaware in the deceits of the world. As we gaze into one another, entranced in a dream like heaven. The jet black night, illuminated by the pale moon and dancing stars, hidden in the soaring trees; incasing us in sweet silence that sings so loud. Speaking without words, a poem of sorts, or a dance of the mind.
By Joe klemmer4 years ago in Poets
Red Balloons
You see balloons flying in the sky. Blues, whites, yellows, Greens, and Reds in the sky. All the colors are in the sky just like a rainbow.
By Smita Sinha4 years ago in Poets
Wallace Stevens' Perfect Use of Language
So, here it is, winter, and many of us know the cold and flurries will be approaching much sooner than desired. Now's the time to stack up on your favorite coffee and snacks, and paper and pens. Write it right away.
By Cathy Coombs4 years ago in Poets
Haiku That Quack and Purr
Several years ago, I moved to an apartment that had a pond out the back with plenty of wildlife - ducks, geese, herons, frogs, and more. My two cats especially loved to watch the ducks. I wrote these haiku about their (and our) interactions. If you enjoy these, be sure to check out my profile for more haiku and other poems!
By Crysta Coburn4 years ago in Poets
Haiku That Purr
The cat rolls around Asking for my attention. Then he runs away. 🐈 Lying in the sun, Hoping to fend off the cold.
By Crysta Coburn4 years ago in Poets