nature poetry

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

Winter Damnation
No defrosters No space heaters No acts of pyrotechnics Can diffuse this chill Jack Frost chuckles as I trip over his icy traps
By Bryan Leeds5 years ago in Poets
The Tree
I enjoy a good long walk, at any time of the day, and there are few weather fronts that will deter me. Sometimes I walk with earphones in, listening to music or an audio book. I just simply enjoy being outside away from my cramped desk and restricted view of my daily grind. Music or books taking me away. Some days I just wander out to simply listen to the music of nature.
By Jarreck 5 years ago in Poets
The Point of New Years
Born anew as foretold By the sundered calendar on the floor, A wandering mind walks in the new years cold Along the bay they love to saunter.
By Eric Jacobsen5 years ago in Poets
Lifeforce
LIFEFORCE When it sneezes a tornado wipes out Kansas - when it sighs people fall in love when it is abused warriors make war
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Poets
Creation's Beauty
Looking out the window, Mist is in the air. I think not of my sorrow, and I have not a single care. The wind goes blowing by,
By Korreain Johnson5 years ago in Poets
Captured And Pinned
A butterfly’s life span Is usually quite short, You captured it in a jar As some type of sport. *** No way of escaping
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Navigation
I stand at the island’s highest point, and watch the chaos of the sea, and will myself to step out. - Looking west towards Newfoundland.
By Conor Darrall5 years ago in Poets
Monsoon Madness
In the bright heat of the afternoon, the Sun boils the desert air. These thermals arouse the Monsoon, from its moist and steamy lair.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
A Forbidden Love
The Moonrise is an image grand, A cresting sphere of golden light. Around her in the Heavens stand, Billions of Stars that glimmer bright.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
Five Shooter
Five Like fingers Each one different Distinct in purpose To hold, close your hand Which one would you choose to lose
By A. E. (Anthony) Lovell5 years ago in Poets
Alight with Thunder
The wind picks up under cloudy skies I watch as lightning strikes And thunder crashes over me I am but a child Who has not yet lived a life
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Poets
‘Five Shooter’ Middle Finger -Elephant
Elephant Middle Finger Longest reach tip Curve to anchor a hold A bit like an elephant Specialised nose A proboscis for asking probing questions
By A. E. (Anthony) Lovell5 years ago in Poets