nature poetry

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

Summer Rain
A southern summer day under the sun Our laughs reverberate throughout the yard The clouds approach, they try ending our fun
By Yahne5 years ago in Poets
Convergence
Leaving the travail of spring, summer’s come. We shift May behind, full of rainy days with the approval of a happy sun.
By Vernal Pope5 years ago in Poets
Bush Childhood
Where platypus nudge billabongs to ripples, ferns coil from creekbanks wild and wet with mud, we tumble, stumble, pant, and laugh and hurtle.
By Karin C5 years ago in Poets
Cleve's Sonnet 07
The Swimsuit The swimming pool was free but swimsuits were not Cut offs were forbidden, I really don’t know why Not just my problem, but also for friends in my lot
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Poets
Sonnet for J. Blackthorn
Vacant stretch of shore, pale parabolic blue Exaggerates the line between sea, land. Now- Ripples of foam, waves of verdigris hue
By Jenny Samuel 5 years ago in Poets
The Lost Man
Who is this man And what will he become And what is he afraid of What brings him to tears of joys and fears The ambition to say one thing, to do another
By Maggie Bulloch5 years ago in Poets
Shifting Tides of Long Ago
The laughing pine, a constant friend, shelters an ageing call whilst the tightening bounds of a yesteryear catches me in its thrall. A rising sun of always the same casts my shadow into the day, but the shading ripples of the pines embrace casts its echo far away, from me.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Poets
Fort Tryon Park
Manhattan has such cliffs along the shore That humble man made towers built from steel. You scaled them without fear, Conquistador!
By Annie Chester5 years ago in Poets
Face of Death: Nature’s Massacre
I ravage and pillage Through your simple village With a ghostly intention To devour your grandsons With a famine so wide
By Jhean-Mychel5 years ago in Poets
Faces in the Green Mans Veil
The shadowed faces peer through the soft foliage of new growth, no distinction as to gender perceived by those of a mortal realm, as androgynous forms shape through dark course barks and silvered boughs, all watching from lofty branch and twig.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Poets
Cleve's Sonnet 06
Smell the Roses Are you really going to stop and smell the roses Yes, this won't take long, I love their bouquet Don't you see the problem your stopping poses
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Poets
Folly Beach
Such lust upon my soul I’ve never felt As when I saw June rise up from the sand The grains slid down the silk of her sweet svelte
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Poets