nature poetry

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

Swimming in the Blue Hole
Swimming in the Blue Hole We trekked with the older boys My friend Robert and I North on Caney Lake Road But only for about a mile
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Poets
Black Locust
when she says the name I say, "black lotus?" I don't know what a black locust could look like. I imagine something ugly
By Caesar5 years ago in Poets
Colour full
0.0035 percent, is all my eye can see! Blinkered within this tapestry, of magnificent artistry; Three primary colours!
By POETSKY5 years ago in Poets
Animal Whisperer
Some call me cat whisperer Some call me dog whisperer Animals just love me Bobby and I My friends get jealous because they're animals sit by me
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Poets
Unearthed
I am tiger eye and bloodstone fiercely looking back and unattainable. I am amber waves caught in time, with resin sealing transparent wounds
By Angelita Hampton5 years ago in Poets
Summer Monsoon (POEM)
Every year, between April and September, warm, moist air blows and brings with it heavy rainfall and flooding. You could say I live in a constant Summer Monsoon. You see my life is not as bad as it could be, the same way a summer monsoon is not as bad as an earthquake or a tsunami. However, it’s always been there, so long that I feel it is a part of me.
By Jesus Eduardo Lopez Alvarez5 years ago in Poets
Cream and Crismon
Ecru tears of linen, dipped in water, set on the earth to dry. Ripped, laid out parallel, they are the white gurneys of my ambition,
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Poets
Rhyme Violet
Violet is what Makes the end of hues The last of the cut. It’s so close to blues. Violet, in me, Brings about the deep
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Poets
The colour of infinity
I am made of plastic sheets, a polaroid if you will. My layers catch the light, stopping it from roaming free. It leaves a deceivingly attractive chemical
By Alex Dodge5 years ago in Poets
ROYGBIV
Red Like curls caressing my face Or the paint on my lips outlining Each word Orange Like the leaves of the name I’ve been given
By Autumn Cantor5 years ago in Poets
I am the color of the places I have been
Nola, flowering with butterflies dancing the blues and singing jazz like the color of night breaking into day. Chicago, Graceland West
By Angelita Hampton5 years ago in Poets
Seeing in Color
Seeing in Color I am from the forest where the birds sing I am from the sea and the sand on the beach I am from the sunsets burning amber and pink
By Victoria Roman5 years ago in Poets