nature poetry

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

Poems from Home
The featured image is from one of over 400 sites around England managed by English Heritage. The following poem was originally a two verse poem called Holiday, written in 2006 published on my poetry blog. The additional verses (and revised title) were written on 2nd September 2021.
By Sapphire Ravenclaw4 years ago in Poets
Misty mountains.
Breathe. Feel the mist on my arms. Focus on the Serenity. The majestic Appalachians rising up above and around, ever present.
By David Spivak4 years ago in Poets
Haiku, home
Haiku, home I will write an ode, my ancestor's sanctuary I adore and embrace you I portray you as glamorous, as a woman
By PANA VII4 years ago in Poets
Summer Haze
Sapphire blue beckons beyond scolding white sand, It shimmers beneath a mirage of swirling air, And heat beats down upon those who dare
By Jeanie Mae4 years ago in Poets
Bunyip Ballad
A froth of bubble-gum blossom, Heady, redolent in the air - These flaming carmine flowers Are high summer's heir ______________________
By Josie4 years ago in Poets
Whispering Spirits
Nestled among the old oak trees... Live the spirits who visit each day... They usually appear early in the morning... If you listen closely you can hear them say...
By Jeffrey Pipes Guice4 years ago in Poets
September
We are making tea. We are getting out our brown shoes. We are touching our sweaters and waiting. * First acorns, green and tannin-filmy
By Beth Doane4 years ago in Poets
I sink my fingers into the earth
I sink my fingers into the earth Fighting to hang on to what I know to be true But the one I thought was my friend was the one
By Canaan Trice4 years ago in Poets
Summertime
Summertime Soft breezes are stirring the leaves of the trees; Flowers are blooming in colors and hues;
By Judith Parrish Broadbent4 years ago in Poets
What is Too HOT!?
Hot spell, Will it ever end, I love summer, but why always so hazy, hot and humid. Humidity stinks when it is already 95 and above.
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Gophers in the Backyard
Your wife is reminded of Caddyshack As you sit on your chair out back A paint gun across your lap, binoculars in your face
By Deanna Repose Oaks4 years ago in Poets
okay
ready for a time out time to sign out time to get all the feelings and write out the time is right favourite time to write
By k slam poetry 4 years ago in Poets