nature poetry

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

Summer Suburbs
Basking lions on the grass, stuffy hot In the suburban plain, this quiet place Where birds chirp merrily, at break of dawn
By Kevin Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Five Yellow Roses
Five Yellow Roses by Matthew SweeneyWhat stopped her bawling was the doorbell ringing, and a man standing there with five
By Shizza5 years ago in Poets
Haiku Lake
what if the lake was a man, all brash and barely restrained violence would his arms balance the sky, would his breath inspire
By Sarah Snider5 years ago in Poets
Ford o' Kabul River
Kabul town's by Kabul river, Blow the trumpet, draw the sword, There I lef' my mate for ever, Wet an' drippin' by the ford.
By shyam sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Summer solstice
Summer Solstice by I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Little Bird
A Little bird sits in our cottonwood tree, And perks his head and sings; And this is the song he pipes to me While he flirts his tail and wings:
By Son Sim5 years ago in Poets
Old Man Rain
Old Man Rain at the windowpane Knocks and fumbles and knocks again: His long-nailed fingers slip and strain: Old Man Rain at the windowpane
By shyam sapkota5 years ago in Poets
But Most Thy Light
I know how fire burns, How from the wrangling fumes Rose and amber blooms, And slowly dies. Nothing's so swift as fire,
By shyam sapkota5 years ago in Poets
The way Through the woods
The Way Through the Woods by They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again,
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
Sonnet XL
Sonnet XL by Green was the silence, wet was the light the month of June trembled like a butterfly and in the south dominion, from the sea and the stones,
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
The Forest
I spent a lot of time as a youngster walking through forests. My parents didn't have a lot of money, so at weekends, or during school holiday times, we would pack the car full of food for a picnic, and set off somewhere we could have a good walk, and we mostly went for forest walks. We mainly visited evergreen forests, where soft mosses clung to old stone walls along pathways; where we could hear the sound of a powerful river beyond the trees; where we could hear shrill cries of small birds from high up in the canopy.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
The Three Cherry Trees
There were three cherry trees once, Grew in a garden all shady; And there for delight of so gladsome a sight, Walked a most beautiful lady,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets