nature poetry

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

The sunrise
Have you ever just watched the sun rise? The sky erupting in a burst of oranges, pinks, and blues. The colors, wild yet majestic and hypnotizingly beautiful.
By Candice5 years ago in Poets
Green Glo
A hint of lime for a lovely time with an emeraldine concoction in a submarine i’m glowing green from my liver to my spleen
By Hazel English5 years ago in Poets
Springtime at the Urban watering Hole
Springtime at the Urban watering Hole A cacophony of voices Noises Pierce the air In a kaleidoscope of sound One voice pops up over the others in shrill orange shaped triangles
By Springer5 years ago in Poets
I am Green
I am green, as my soul wakes with a green light to go. My intuition guides me towards my dreams. Illuminating every morning with grace, this green light shows an immaculate being. A being that's optimistic while each blade of grass grows. A being with a strong and compassionate nature.
By Jameel Rahim Shareef5 years ago in Poets
Thaw
The first sign of spring is not the pinking yawn of cherry blossoms to dawn But the bundles of blossoms that emerge from sleeping trees.
By Erin Higgins5 years ago in Poets
The Colors of April
The water is freezing Gray-white waves crash with renewed vigor on a rocky intertidal for months as near-dead as the local clam shack
By Christopher Clauss5 years ago in Poets
Fish
A rainbow apparatus beyond the great lake /then a second rainbow hovered above /lightning between, around, storm-clouds above /the lake blown by a wind into a glassy sea
By Lucien Clubb5 years ago in Poets
Radiant Purple
She is radiant purple, Animated and annoyingly bubbly, When depression comes to drive, It is purple. It is the force of nature,
By Joshua Maxwell de Hoog5 years ago in Poets
I am Violet
I am Violet My vibrant petals are delicate and soft to the touch I am a striking and wild thing born of spring You dislike my flamboyant nature
By Jenna R5 years ago in Poets
Blue
Everything is blue. At the edge of the Atlantic With the sky infinite above my face And reflected as glass beneath my feet,
By Cristiana Ercolano5 years ago in Poets
K’uychi [Kwee-chee]
Some terms that may be helpful to know before diving into this poem: Pachamama - Mother Earth, Inti - The Incan Sun God, quewa - Two-Spirit, Chaski - messenger
By Chaski K’uychi5 years ago in Poets
I Am
I am the wind, the summer’s breeze, I am the subtle hues, I sweep through every tree I see, I dance in slates and blues,
By Sam Powdrell5 years ago in Poets