nature poetry

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

Home/Here
The familiar scent and sound present but faded, like painting over graffiti. I am here, I am everywhere. The rolling hills,
By Raine Neal4 years ago in Poets
The Tides of Change and Destruction
The sun hides behind the safety of the clouds. The clouds are always moving, always changing, and never in the same place. Swirling, gliding, drifting, crumbling. Silent giants that watch us live our lives without a word. They grace us with light, or they curse us with rain. When they choose to act out on days like today, we fall helpless to the wispy giants.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
The Edenic Walls
Entangled in a garden I would lay. Protected by the shade and shrubs around. My secret password I did not expound. I sought to hide from those who would decay.
By Taylor Schwartz4 years ago in Poets
One Sun Kissed Morning
I sat outside with smoke slipping through my lips. The wind makes everything dance. The grass The trees The flowers The butterflies
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
Anywhere but home
As a distressed and neglected child, I wandered into the distant wilderness for the first time To get away from everything and everyone
By Layla Abubakar4 years ago in Poets
Salt Water and Sand
Homecoming Poem Take me to the ocean, the salt , the sand, the sea Take me where the water runs, racing home with me For I was born a mermaid, and taken from my home,
By Bella Blue4 years ago in Poets
The Unforeseen
When natures wrath comes calling, and mountainous regions are falling, Do not take part in bawling, for progression such an act to you will be stalling.
By Kaylon Forsyth4 years ago in Poets
The Girl and The Sea
Upstairs a woman is blooming But she wasn’t always At 12, her home was torn asunder The divorce years felt eternal
By Alina4 years ago in Poets
Comfort
Often times I slam the door behind me Storming out in a hell-bound haze Feverishly my feet find their footing On the well worn path between each maple tree
By Lex T. Barnett4 years ago in Poets
Heaven
If you should wish to visit me after this world is gone... Know that you can find me where the mist touches the ocean. Where the sun tends to hide behind the clouds and the trees have reached the sand.
By Julia Gruner4 years ago in Poets
Residence under the mountain.
Near the rock, next to stone, Covering of the mountain dome, Source of water, rushing stream, Vineyard planted, there at home,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
A Serene Garden of Green Beauty: A Haiku
“No one will understand a Japanese garden until you’ve walked through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it, and you experience it over time. Now there’s no photograph or any movie that can give you that experience.” — J. Carter Brown
By B.R. Shenoy4 years ago in Poets