nature poetry

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

The Place I Want
Gravel roads that wind around This new place I have found The smell of these sweet pines It wraps around like vicious vines
By Emily Hornsby5 years ago in Poets
Whale Dreams
Whale in it’s watershed dreaming of an answer to extinction forty million years feeling its own weight floating Whale slaves to waters surface
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Poets
Color Blind
I can’t remember when but the world was drained of color. Incrementally, I morphed into a frog, my brain the pot: waterlogged
By Margo Isabel 5 years ago in Poets
white forest
i saw the white stone corpse of underwater trees as i was slowly drifting by observed their untimely death and mourned their fleating beauty
By Polina Papazova5 years ago in Poets
You would love the Leaves in the fall
You would love the leaves in the fall. I saw you chase one on the street as the wind blew it past you.You would love the leaves in the fall except where were going the trees cling to their leaves all year long. I wonder if this is a good or bad thing. A place that doesn’t experience every season, every change with it. I wonder if our souls will grow in a place that remains the same. I wonder what will come, what will be. When the fall comes and there are no leaves. Leaves in the fall, oh how I love life's little simplicities. You would love the leaves the fall you see, but where we're going they’ll be no leaves.
By Cassidy garner5 years ago in Poets
Rivers of Red
Rivers run blue Rivers rush through Rivers run hard and true And rivers run in us, me and you Rivers run in different rare colours
By CJ Enterprise5 years ago in Poets
Darkness Moonlight
Beautiful dreamer take unto me the beauty of a darkness night Moonlight shining beyond as far as I can see a bright light Vast along the reflection from a river nearby
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Poets
No More Guns in The Meadow
Downed by my reticle, There was no judge on trial, A gash waterfalling velvet liquid on blades of sharpened grass, They will ask for one more until there is no more,
By Aaron Rivera (aka NABU)5 years ago in Poets
Wife, Sky, and Fishing
Watching the sky while fishing with the wife, we may not catch them all but at least we give it a try. With a breeze in the air birds singing everywhere, we sit back in our chairs relaxing and unwinding for our fair share.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Poets
Color’s Strut
What could be called ire Of flares is really The red flame in fire, Sparks soaring freely. Red makes the world stop. The blood from a cut
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Poets
The Garden Of the Summer-Queen
Hanging soldier, rest you well Upon a field of asphodel. Dare not to thread the futile path, For love lies bleeding from your wrath.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
"You Can Toucan"
There's a stir in the Jungle There's a breeze in the sky New Little Toucan's getting ready to fly His beak feels top heavy
By NJ Hines Bailey5 years ago in Poets