nature poetry

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

Worship.
The Summer Solstice is a wonderful and exciting time of year. The earth begins tilting back towards the sun, and we enjoy the longest day of the year. Light triumphs over darkness. Warmth triumphs over cold. And we feel great; energetic; positive. Our health is better, and so is daily life. Colour is everywhere. Nature is busy. Bees hum, birds sing and butterflies visit flowers. In celebration of the Solstice, I wrote this poem.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
The Tribe Endangered No 1. George Attacks Tables
Where’s George today? Elder statesman of the tribe Perhaps its long-lived Chief George we’ve already introduced In another verse, but here he is again
By A. E. (Anthony) Lovell5 years ago in Poets
June Poetry Prompts: Self-set, self-sustained.
At the end of May I submitted my dissertation, and University drew to a close. I found myself out in the world for the first time without any deadlines, and quite unsure of what to do.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Poets
After Oceans
After Oceans Walking the waters in Bermuda’s trilogy Pushed by trade winds flow through the static pop of the Caribbean Sea
By Pamella Allen5 years ago in Poets
Birds Eye View
Just before sunset, at the brightest of the day; outside my window, I see a robin and a blue jay. My internal debate, as I rate and compare the blue jay to the robin is not their concern.
By Didi Maxwell5 years ago in Poets
Living With The Leaves
Living with the leaves of a dying tree I try to imagine what John Lennon Felt about the worth of the other three As they all used a different pennon.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
melting away
On the white and silent petals of the flower The morning dew is still Sleepy feeling The wind is scattered at the end of memory
By ConnieEatonyo5 years ago in Poets
"Maybe ......
Maybe a distant dream is closest to you Maybe a strange person is the closest to you Maybe the origin of your past life will be fulfilled in this life
By BigPoppahx5 years ago in Poets
Tree.
Without the wilderness, where is the tree Searching for familiarity , standing bold Confident in its stature, compliments fall dimly cascading as self evidence
By Shawn Royster5 years ago in Poets
Still Life
beneath blue-black night sky smear-sprinkle of stars fermata'd moon cradled in an Egypto-set of horns beneath there fully lit
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Summer Dreams
Childhood’s simplest dreams, roll by upon a mind-screen. The simpler days of Brian’s childhood were spent fishing in the creek near the wood.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Poured out
The globe now held aloft a prize to be plucked, was once a breast to knead and suck, becoming in time a homely pillow,
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets