nature poetry

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

We Meet The Day Again
As the day dawns We are full of uncertainties Nobody knows what the day will bring We go out to battle with the day Sometimes beaten down by it
By Joy Obianinwa4 years ago in Poets
Lightning Strikes
I am sorry the feathers tucked into my hair cannot let me fly With you among the crimson clouds to touch and taste Infant raindrops and the crisp static of lightning unformed.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
The Bite of a Harmless Bug
I saw a little Caterpillar On the playground one day In the beginning of winter He was making his way Across the equipment
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
A Nature’s Treat With Loads of Benefits
Vegetables, vegetables, vegetables So many to choose from Just got used to this particular one Maybe it’s not the most popular vegetable
By Sharing Randomly4 years ago in Poets
Nansemond at Suffolk
I look out, On the Nansemond, Great river through Suffolk, In boats you ride, Hope never to see, Any waves or tides,
By April Denise Stuart4 years ago in Poets
Maybe my Moon:
Ya Amar (my moon) You are my present my nearest future, the past I use to live in is memorable as forgotten dreams,
By Saroyan Coles4 years ago in Poets
Frigid Friends
The brutal frigid air bit at my exposed skin. My cracked frozen hands gripped the oars harder. I grimace at the pain as fresh warm blood oozes from between my fingers. It makes the act of rowing a slippery ordeal, but at least the pain is a reminder that I am still alive. The unsympathetic and glacial wind yowled it’s hunger like that of a banshee- or my wife. It bit into my flesh, tearing with its teeth at my warmth. If I wasn’t careful, I would lose a finger or two to this unforgiving environment. Last winter, in fact I had lost a finger. Horst, my fishing companion, had to take the damned thing himself.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Poets
A blessing in the season of winter.
In the coldest days of winter, Where there seems no hope for relief, May your fire be all the brighter, And love comfort such grief,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Nanaboozhoo
As we were picking berries my mother would often tell stories many of which had lessons included and especially for her sons
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Time 🕰
Time. It’s everywhere around us, it constantly changes, but somehow at the same time, it stays the same. The last year was consumed by the importance of time, dreaming of the day when things will go back to normal, the thoughts of continuing to work again, living like we used to. However, now we see the clocks around us and we aren’t even phased a bit.
By Tatsumaki 4 years ago in Poets
This World Is Too Rough and Abrasive for a Girl Like Me
I feel invisible. Women walk by me so deep in conversation without looking up not knowing that I’m starving for a connection.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Poets
First Snow
I awake each year to Bruegellian falling snow, sharp pinpricks of sound scattered across the pitched roof of the bedroom. The ground gradually whitens in the half light. Grey trees stand tall and sharp and individual against it.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Poets