nature poetry

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

The Hot Sun Sinks into the Tempestuous Sea
A dark evening on the beach. What could be more beautiful than a beautiful sunset on the beach? Taking in the peace. Watching the light of life disappear into the mighty sea.
By Bryan Dijkhuizen4 years ago in Poets
Walking Together
For a lovely New York friend, we share a lot of interests including swapping videos of our walks, me in Newcastle and she in New York. Things like this give you things to remember so I will share Shambeko Say Wah!’s gorgeous “Remember” to lead this piece. Hope you enjoy this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Late Winter’s Eve
Standing in the darkness of a late winter’s eve, a silver sliver of a fingernail lights the charcoal sky, the sound of a southern breeze whistling past my ears.
By Chris Weppler 4 years ago in Poets
Stolen Moments
I heard there was a time and place A moment’s grace within life’s race Where hope eternal springs anew As early morning brings the dew
By Kyra Chambers4 years ago in Poets
Finger Bones
Caressing the grass to try to connect to the earth I am on the ground but I can’t feel my worth The breeze tumbles in, my hair, it rehearsed
By Ecarg Nosive4 years ago in Poets
Connected to Home
This great blue marble of stone, ocean and souls. Our unique home. Where we connected to you, then we wouldn’t be lost. If I looked through the whole universe, you are probably the only place where I can live without having to worry about the air I breathe or the light I seek. Mother of all things. The protective womb that keeps us warm, moving and alive. If I dare hurt you I am killing all possibilities of future happiness. Because we are nothing without you and you can be everything without us. Thank you to a planet that has given us more than all.
By Camila Carsolio4 years ago in Poets
Magic
Safe and warm a place where I can be me Home is my habitat and where I can create. I feel alive here and recharge my energy in Its scarred halls keep me going I can create Dream and inspire those around me.
By mary4 years ago in Poets
A Mindful Home and Mindless Tenant
You know that feeling when you lie down in bed And close your eyes, get in your head But you don't sleep, you think Sink down the psyche
By Marukichi4 years ago in Poets
Where The Southern Girl Grows
Where The Southern Girl Grows Some call home the simple abode where they grew up, and to others it’s the cozy place where their presence caused such a fuss.
By Lady Umbra 4 years ago in Poets
I love my home
I love my home, Though I don’t have A house I love my home I’ve lived around the world I think, when I counted, It came to thirty two
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Poets
Dawn
As the sun gently awakens to kiss the darkness away, Colors yawn and come to life Gently at first, with timidity of a young dawn
By Debora Dyess4 years ago in Poets
Where I look forward to...
Home is where you look forward to when driving through daily commute; A quiet space, a candle lit, A place to relax and reboot.
By A.A.C.4 years ago in Poets