nature poetry

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

PINK BITS
Pink Bits Yes, we all have them and they can be so very shy to show themselves in public. Umm, err, can I ask why?
By Annette Brooks5 years ago in Poets
Green hues
Waving in the wind As if a flag Making unwavering claim To the ground beneath Hiding everywhere As if a symbol That will not be eradicated
By Luna5 years ago in Poets
Love of Earth
Broken hearted and disregarded, the boy was slain by his decisions. He asked everyone “why don’t she love me” the answer wasn’t in his vision.
By DeVante Pickett5 years ago in Poets
Colorways
2:58 a.m., I gaze around the room finding dark shadows and shapes that are unfamiliar. I try using the moonlight to determine where my glasses are. As I walk to the kitchen for a glass of water, I pace through the dark blue hallway where I see darker blue figures on the ground. I flip the light. My eyes squint until they adjust. Red and purple squeaky toys decorate my carpet and I can't help but smile.
By Breea Staples5 years ago in Poets
Gardening
I love gardening. My family was all farmers. I’m part Cherokee. My grandma really tought me and my mom wasn’t bad. I can never come away from it. I think I can but it’s just part of me.
By Jessica fitzsimmons 5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Drive
Rainbow Drive Drivin through the hills of Arizona In the Rain It sure wasn’t too tame. Could be enough to go Insane! Sky So grey filled with agonizing pain.
By Rebecca Both5 years ago in Poets
Short Sands
Daytime dwindling on the little waves at the little waves beach Tiny crescents of mandarin bobbing up, bobbing down The little waves tucked in under little orange blankets as all that sunlit day says it’s slow goodnight
By Rhiannon Jefferies5 years ago in Poets
Greenery
You planted seeds Books read to me The words were buds That blossomed free Ferns in my mind Ivy flowing veins Sprouting from fingers
By Clara Jennings5 years ago in Poets
The Fury of Deep Blue
I'm blue because I love the sea's bright emerald hues before it descends to deeper depths. Where sailfish sprint by with the speed of exotic cars to stab their prey and live another day.
By Jamion Dietrich Kries5 years ago in Poets
Long Distance
There Snow is falling Sheets of white Cover the brown roofs And red brick walls. The gray sky Black streets The dark trunks of trees
By Clare Oldham5 years ago in Poets
Abosrbed into Black
On a lazy Sunday afternoon to fill a void in sound, a question was pronounced. A very safe question, of no consequence,
By Kassandra Coghlan5 years ago in Poets
Cerulean
Cerulean is the Pacific Ocean.
By Virginia Bradford5 years ago in Poets