nature poetry

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

The Big Picture
When i look at the big picture With all its lights and existences On that black canvas - I feel how lucky i am To be a being in all this
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
I'm Listening(Poem)
I'm listening to you universe I'm calling out to you with the heart of a child With words that are too hard to say Yearning for the majestic and divine
By Kent Melbourne4 years ago in Poets
A Beach Memory
A Beach Memory by Gaille Hunter That black and white photo I’ll hold so dear The sand, the sky, the sea and sails The wind and waves, the gathering gulls
By Gaille Hunter4 years ago in Poets
Hopeful Queries
The rooftop that shelters me will not hide the truth. Nor the pillars that guard me and hide me inside a structure of security.
By Sammy4 years ago in Poets
Hunting For Birds
birds no thirds lucky to get firsts we told the younger brother this year who thirsts for hunting after getting one did you eat it for lunch
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Dwelling in the Wild
I love to dwell in the forest wild, When the weather is breezy and mild, Where giant pine trees pierce the sky, So wide and blue that's building a desire to fly,
By Samiha4 years ago in Poets
LIFE AS PHOENIX
Fear of Corona killed the spirit, It all become a matter of defeat, Many lost their dear ones, Life came to a standstill at once.
By Nira Kumari4 years ago in Poets
Star-kissed
The stars kissed him. He drew his hand back, all at once freezing and burning up, because despite the added space, the void in between them, he knew if he got any closer he’d be consumed. Overwhelmed by the unforgiving flames that allowed them to shine so bright. So he watched from a distance, shivering and admiring the stars as they shimmered. Until he could no longer feel his hand where the stars had kissed him, too numb to even reach out for them. And the frost crept up his arm and stilled the fluttering of his heart, until he wondered why he kept watching.
By Alyssa M Harrison4 years ago in Poets
Lost in The Valley Flowers
Lost in the valley of flowers, I wander across the garden, Touches the roses, Walking over the green grasses, Watching the blue sky,
By Pratanu Banerjee4 years ago in Poets
Sycamore Trees
As I rest on a bed in a bright, airy cabin with my wife of thirty years sleepiness is settling in. However, before succumbing to the land of zzz,
By Chris Siener4 years ago in Poets
My Boyfriend Wrote This Poem In Two Minutes
Have you ever taken time to see The risen Sun birth from the East, The shades of Orange, Gold, and Pink The setting Sun before we sleep,
By Amourais4 years ago in Poets
Crystal Spider Webs: A Monoku
‘Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.”— Carl Sandburg
By B.R. Shenoy4 years ago in Poets