nature poetry

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

My dear friend, the Apricot Tree
Her seed was planted before mine, born bright But grew slow; I marked the fence with each bend While my mom, inch by inch, marked my own height;
By Lita jean5 years ago in Poets
Stuck in Time
when we were kids you loved getting this stuck running slapdash across the shallow bay sinking knee deep, toes squelching in the muck
By Jamie P5 years ago in Poets
Waving good-bye
Waves unwind, like a woman falling into the recesses that memory reminds. She was too afraid but to creep out to the edge
By Angelita Hampton5 years ago in Poets
I Look Up
I look up because you can see time moving as clouds pass by. You can see the moon dreaming in the night sky. The sometimes shy sun tries to hide but, still glow so bright and makes so much light. I look up because the birds soaring so high, make me feel like I can fly and do anything as long as I try. The tall trees remind me of my hair so thick and full, blowing gracefully in the soft breeze as it kisses my skin. In the dark sky with the smell of rain as the lightning lights up the sky, I know the pain will wash away. I will always look up because I see life as it changes so beautifully, it reminds me of me.
By Tiffany Murphy5 years ago in Poets
Tangible
Those nights I could feel summer in my toes, Curled in dew, roots drinking in simple things Drunk on water like wine before we chose
By Umbrella Jack5 years ago in Poets
Time
The leather burns the bare backs of your legs You want to run the moment you reach camp The dull sound of the hammer hitting pegs
By Brooke Lange5 years ago in Poets
Storm Colors
I Earth groans, A monster's sound From below As humans watch channels Flicker, flicker As light goes. Rain? Not yet.
By Katrina Thornley5 years ago in Poets
My Mother- The Earth
My Mother, she is to me, the Waters and the Seas, the Trees i do not see at Night and the Men I meet in Day. She is the women who have raised me,
By Eva5 years ago in Poets
Clover
This memory is old, faded, but there, In the back of my mind, always with me. It was warm, with a sweet smell in the air;
By Alana S. Leonard5 years ago in Poets
Summer Dreaming
Art thou desire, to wander ever so far? To follow the river stream, as the water rushes down. As the buzz of a bee, grabs my attention,
By Kayla Lynn Waksmonski5 years ago in Poets
And I See Something More Beautiful...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down of his soft breast
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Brightly Colored Chore
Sand crunched under my youthful bravado. Snug was the cream seashore sculpted by time. Aspiring castle aficionado. Without the patience to buttress and prime.
By Sky5 years ago in Poets