nature poetry

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

The River of Life
Life is a river, Flowing with the passage of time, Enclosed by its banks, Restricted by its course, It meanders through the valleys and hills,
By Daveed Gittens5 years ago in Poets
Blizzard
The polar zone that's really alpine, Above all others is the arctic. Does the arctic make you shiver? does it? The rainfall that's really perfect,
By Anjal Dav5 years ago in Poets
The Storm
Howling winds destroying everything in their path A vehement deluge of rain falling from the sky Big dark ominous clouds looming over the Earth
By Tangerinehippiestudios5 years ago in Poets
What does having spirit mean?
What does having spirit mean the residual form of a life wandering through the plains, swimming in the clouds, the watchful eye of a swan as she glides,
By Loralee Jade5 years ago in Poets
In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed
In a Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed, the mushroom scent lingers. As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale.
By Ali Jan5 years ago in Poets
The Untitled Series no. 64
I told you I stopped looking at the clouds that way, cause it caused too much laughter,  But those golden clouds, over flat drumlins,
By violet eliza-sioux5 years ago in Poets
Won't you come with me
The mountains speak Call for me by name Their jagged tones Hushed by blanketed snow The silence of the gelid tundra
By John Absher5 years ago in Poets
Queen.
We are more aware of bees probably now more than ever. We realise that we are to blame for their decline, and that only we can stop it. Few of us really get to observe a bee hive, and only bee-keepers get access to the secret life of the hive. I wrote this poem about the life of the 'Queen.'
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
Caves
Caves 5/6/10 I feel like this now But won’t later. I don’t know why I’m even here. This feeling is so Awkward and yet
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Poets
I love the flying snowflakes
Winter in the cold forest and stream I like the flying snowflakes Because of its flower-like beauty It is busy flying
By AlonsoMclaughlinxq 5 years ago in Poets
Nature Is Complex
I seen nature It is complex To understand, I must always know How the rivers and streams flow To my appeal, the grass forever grows
By ABJ5 years ago in Poets
Early summer
This little lyrical season White, pink and pale purple buds Meeting first love in the greenery To the breeze or to the sun
By Majoreh5 years ago in Poets