nature poetry

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

of earth and air
a sack of bones we embody, for a brief onerous time. a sack of bones we frame with color, shape and being. a sack of bones we satiate in
By Mere Kal5 years ago in Poets
Japanese Rainbows
Love and warm firesides Keep us from the winter gloom Red apples falling Sweeter than the fruit Linger through the autumn mist
By Stephen Westland5 years ago in Poets
Sap
I cut a branch off my plant and it bled white. Milky white sap The internet said it is toxic, will irritate your eyes and skin.
By Libby Doyne 5 years ago in Poets
Blue in Blue
{In the great blue room I gaze heavenward the dome is speckled with swathes of linen swaddling a bright ageless blaze of effervescence gushing forth eternal
By Logan Henke5 years ago in Poets
Colors
It makes me sad this color of blue, I wonder if it makes you sad too. Violet is soothing and purple is too, do they feel this way to you?
By Gale Lett5 years ago in Poets
Apocalypse
Stray singular from Earth to mediocrity Basic will Fighting fortune and the ball and clasp The ankle bites The wrist roles
By Michael Lewis5 years ago in Poets
Weak When Grey
I'm grey when weak. And weak bleeds grey. Shuffling green feet meet, Newly carrying me away As music births yellow Within my brain
By victoria valdez5 years ago in Poets
Monochrome Attic
Why do moths go to die in the darkest holes? In corners, in dust, I find their carcasses. In all the world And all its vastness,
By 5 years ago in Poets
A colourful dream
I close my eyes everything goes black Realising I'm going back To sleep a place full of colours bright A way that I can rest through the night
By Jamie-leigh Mackintosh5 years ago in Poets
How do I show you I love you?
I feel a deep-seated pain in your roots. Do you call out for me? I feel your tears on my cheek. Are you calling me? I see your anguish in the skies above me. Is it me you are calling too? I see the damage I've done. How can I make it up to you?
By Victoria Kemp 5 years ago in Poets
A Part of the Puzzle
Each color is their own as Each person is their own Matching to the intrinsic Essence that is inherited within. ~ The color yellow cannot be described
By Pamela Trevisan5 years ago in Poets
I am Small
Im green because I’m small The blade of grass That whistles and sings with the wind And can scrape you if you’re not careful
By Bridget Delaney 5 years ago in Poets