nature poetry

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

She Shakes
EAT. PRAY.
By Mandyjane Slaybaugh5 years ago in Poets
Open curtains
man liveth not by mouth alone waves of particle nourishing being so long as earth succumb to home light his eyes be seeing
By POETSKY5 years ago in Poets
Only The Children Are Happy
Swinging and skipping; innumerable summers at our country house filled with children’s laughter and dog barking – sometimes the dogs bit us but we kept playing joyously oblivious to the pain of the wounds, and the even bigger pain of the ticking of the clock.
By Ella Valentine5 years ago in Poets
Summer night
Like a warm breeze, You Brushed up Against my Heart ♥️ I had Butterflies 🦋 from the Thought of you!! The Smell of Barbecue 🍖
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 years ago in Poets
Baby Bird's First Flight
For months we sat and watched upon this tree Songs of bulbuls as they moved in to nest Flowers in bloom and leaves of pure silky green
By Sydney Furie5 years ago in Poets
The Concert
The Concert The soulful voice that harkens morns first light It sings goodbye to a bright setting moon
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Poets
Reading a Sonnet in My Bonnet
As I sit here in my Brooklyn backyard Basking in the sun in my fluffy satin bonnet I let down my guard Reading a classic Shakespearean Sonnet
By Mai Moxi5 years ago in Poets
100 Acres
My dearest one, what's this we've found? Behold! An entrance to the earth- and then who knows? No summer heat could pass through this threshold,
By Annie Chester5 years ago in Poets
100 Acres
Amongst the sprawling switchgrass wild and full, In secret refuge lies my heart with thine. The blades of sage protect and pull the wool
By Annie Chester5 years ago in Poets
Blood of Florence
The sun won’t set over Florence tonight. It bleeds from tears in the tissue-thin clouds, Crimson burning through Tuscan yellow light,
By Lex Cee5 years ago in Poets
Sand Castles and Sunburns
Bright and Sunny is the afternoon. Sun streaks the sky and crashes into each wave. Water taunts the beach coming to and fro. Glistening rays shine bright against white sand.
By Stephany Garza5 years ago in Poets
Season x Senses (Angel and Hunter)
My story begins with the fall , Exactly where, I can't recall Was walking alone on my path , Unaware of the coming wrath
By Vaibhav Mehra5 years ago in Poets