nature poetry

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

Moving Life
The tree infest with termites, or the human being is afflicted We both saw surviving less Of those who swear allegiance to the hand of darkness
By NF4 years ago in Poets
Wind Chime
The music that it creates– An ethereal sound that vibrates through the air Sending calming signals to the body that brings peace
By Ali SP4 years ago in Poets
The Armadillo and I
A timid light protrudes into my bedroom through the side window. The motion sensor detects meandering life. Curiosity evokes, and thus I raise the blinds to behold my visitor.
By Samantha Corral4 years ago in Poets
The moments, prior.
For on this path of where I tread, The skies should cover with a veil, And all of which I surely dread, Brought upon by the touch of betrayal,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
The fisherman
There once was an old man that lived on a lake. He was a great fisherman, so every day down to the water his poles he would take.
By Christi Brannon4 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten Wisdom
Author's Note: This poem can be viewed as the reverse of my previous poem "The Lizard." In this poem, the protagonist goes from the artificial to the natural world, whereas our intrepid lizard follows the changing environment into the garden of Man. I like to think I drew inspiration from Jack London's dueling themes of wilds versus civilization in Call of the Wild and White Fang.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 years ago in Poets
Like a Tornado
It lifts you It embraces you up Once at the pinnacle No mercy and no miracle Bewitched, aghast My fears at last My tremors will never past
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Poets
Hot Chocolate and a World in White
Hot chocolate and a world in white Warm jackets and hats drew tight Stomping feet on the ice-clad floor Warm air escaping through opened doors
By Paul Douglas4 years ago in Poets
Spring Breezes
The smell of the cool refreshing new spring Breezes recall my grandma’s maple tree Changes faster than me, I reach its swing
By Shailah Handy4 years ago in Poets
Woman Enough
I used to believe I was not woman enough that I was not worthy of the thing we all call love why would I be? I can not even birth a child of my own
By Maria D4 years ago in Poets
The wind speaks in poetry
I feel at home among the trees where the sunsets are golden and the stars are like crystals. The wind speaks in poetry and the water roars like a lioness.
By Jessi4 years ago in Poets
Air
At times I feel As if I am air Nothing but a whisper A still invisible force Not insignificant so much As undetectable to the naked eye
By A poem to you4 years ago in Poets