nature poetry

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

Spaghetti Squash
I was cooking spaghetti Squash In the summer Scooping Out the seeds And the smell was Like pumpkin Another squash I think
By Marissa Barnier5 years ago in Poets
Jungle Influencers
The turtle climbs the tree Pretending it’s a floating butterfly Scrolling up each branch she can see Fluorescent wings whizzing by
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Poets
The Sun was Yellow Once
The Sun was yellow once, so I heard The tree said it shone yellow in the day Mother told me the sky was blue But she’s not here and it’s just not true.
By Judy Brightman5 years ago in Poets
A sad sunset
A sad sunset When the moon light has overpowered you, you’re trying to hide, deep in the oceans, the sky changes red to orange from blue,
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Poets
For Grammaw
With wings of saffron and tiger stripes, flittering, fluttering, fidgeting upon the flower tops. Or wings of Sedona sunsets
By R.C. McLeod5 years ago in Poets
The Werewolf and The Maiden
On a murky night so foul, A hungry werewolf did slowly prowl, On the hunt for virgin flesh, So pink, and succulent, and oh so fresh...
By bizarre_eye5 years ago in Poets
I CAN stand the rain
At first when I was a child and I was so in tune with the universe, nature and the elements. I practically lived outside. I could smell it coming; early. Before those who are now my ancestors would complain of achy knees or before lightning painted crooked lines across the sky, that endearing scent was a precursor or warning. Waking my senses like no other, then gifting us treasures of green acres and colorful blooms.
By Dana Brown5 years ago in Poets
My Love of Nature
I love the sound of birds so early in the morning, I like the sound of puppies soon after they are born. I love the smell of flowers
By Robert5 years ago in Poets
That night
That night, Looking at reflection of beautiful moon, In flowing river Where fireflies was dancing On songs of night insects.
By dr.tony5 years ago in Poets
A Winter Day, Today, My Day
“A Winter Day, Today, My Day” Blankets of wool and rich quilt, heavy, Frosty cold morning, oatmeal and tea. A loving wife: warm, dark, small, and kind,
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Poets
The Sealed City
“Some things are best left alone, Some knowledge is forbidden.” That’s what the town elders would say, Old crones and grumpy men
By Dawn Hunter5 years ago in Poets
Sacrifice
We stand shorebound and watch fishermen hold tight to rocks, their faces smooth like beach glass from years of meeting with the sea.
By Kaitlin Oster5 years ago in Poets