nature poetry

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

Rainbow Guardians
Red roots of ethereal webbing ground me. Bare toes tapping softly, a mycelial network transcribing, a mirrored perception.
By Jacob Bell5 years ago in Poets
Hidden
Deep Inside A snowdrop bloom Green stripes flare outward A vibrant star Hidden inside The shy Head In the
By Marlene Schaff5 years ago in Poets
I am blue veins, I am red blood
Identity as Deepest Sentiments I. Blue Veins Blue light does not penetrate human tissue as deeply as red light does. As a result, veins that are close to the surface of the skin will be more likely to reflect blue light back to the eye.
By River Morel5 years ago in Poets
Seasons
I heard the early warning call. The heralding before the fall. I cupped my hands to catch it, but it took me with it, hands and all.
By Nneka Callwood5 years ago in Poets
A hue
When I think of the color blue I think of you Its dark hue As if it’s my beau When I think of the color blue I wonder who decided to compare such a hue
By Tiy Hampton5 years ago in Poets
complexion of me
like klein blue an abyss found in the ocean standing beneath a well pulling with devotion gripping tightly, loosely a sip of water
By COCO MARIANO5 years ago in Poets
The Disguise
The Disguise I knew from the time I was a small child walking in the forest along Toby Creek that my real skin
By Naomi Khan5 years ago in Poets
To Be Proud
Pride is the most private of loves Each person with their own special hue It’s a love for yourself and no other A color made only for you
By Emily Manning5 years ago in Poets
Watercolour Architect Collection
How does one begin to unravel herself to fit a form, to beat her unique qualities into measured lines that flow fluidly from jacquard patterns? How’s a heart
By Jenifer DeBellis5 years ago in Poets
Orchid Aura
For those who I’ve lost and for the times I lost parts of me I plant an orchid and use it’s growth as a measurement of time and intensity because each day passes
By Raya5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Quilted Flowers
To stitch a quilt I start with flowers pink as tulip fields in May that float through emerald hours for how can I portray each day
By Emily Sherman5 years ago in Poets
Emergence
The sage moss gently sways from host branches The waxen magnolia leaves refract an amber light The heady perfume from alabaster blossoms intoxicates
By Melissa Faircloth5 years ago in Poets