nature poetry

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

Colorful Motherhood
I remember you mom, at all the Ocean’s deepest emotions. Or at all the happiest times, like being over the clouds. I remember your, nurturing and protectiveness, like the plants and trees.
By Sindhu Shree5 years ago in Poets
Elemental
I always found myself beside the fire. Worshipped dragons for their mastery of this devastating force. Protected others at such cost
By Cara Pleym5 years ago in Poets
Green
Green Green is my favorite color It has always been that way I remember being in the forest Trying to count the different shades one day.
By Mary O'Connor5 years ago in Poets
Tomorrows Child.
Lucid dreams and blasts of colour, Memories of a dying mother Sudden pains within my heart, Wishing the world would just restart.
By jacqueline hendra5 years ago in Poets
I am the colour
I am the yellow of a summer's day A daffodil blowing in the breeze I am the white of a winter landscape A snowflake falling to freeze
By Cheryl Joanne5 years ago in Poets
Sea of Friends
Treacherous waves, slamming at the galley Skeletons fired cursed shots at the hull A puny little sloop cannot get free
By Patrick Price5 years ago in Poets
Orange Glow
The sunsets colours coat the sky in pinks, purples, oranges, & blues- the magnificent sun beaming bright casting an orange glow among the white birch trees in my garden. The flowers bloom in the pristine sun beaming on us all, making our skin feel warm and free. For a moment we forget the troubles we face and look towards the beautiful colours nature has to offer. The colours that unlock feelings we forgotten how to feel and we use these feelings to break free and be in the moment because we cannot look away. The bright colours bring out the best in us and make us feel again. We are home, this is our mess to clean up so all the colours can stay vivid and true. Bringing us beauty and feelings we can never replace. We need the lush green forest, the crystal clear rivers with life below. The colourful tropical fish that swim in the most turquoise oceans, the fluffy white hairs, the bright orange monarchs flying to and fro-ugh for they bring us joy and create a system that’s needed to make us all grow. For we are the colours, the light, the glow, we are what makes the earth home. So take care of the system and the natural awe of this home and take in the colours and feel them within, we are the colours the hues and the blends.
By K.5 years ago in Poets
Blue Ridge Mountains
What we were seeing was actually the isoprene, rising up from the far-off trees into the atmosphere, like heat shimmering off the asphalt. The illusion
By X X5 years ago in Poets
Infinite Spectrum
Infinite the shades of spectrum streams across the universe. Only to be told for a moment of what color it should be. Named only in its solitude.
By Xander Ferreira5 years ago in Poets
The Life in the Light
The White glare seems too bright, It blocks my perception, and at times, it brings to mind, Yellow sunlight something too sweet and kind to touch the land with its hand, yet
By Shakina Johnson5 years ago in Poets
By the Greens, Surrounded
Here I sit, surrounded Green and green and green Regularly astounded By colours of every hue But still, without the green
By Jane Grows Garden Rooms 5 years ago in Poets
Flower Child 🌹
Undecided and indecisive. More in the middle than Thursday. I want it. Then I don’t. How draining it is to water something that doesn’t seem to grow? Rip the roots out and re-plant myself. Finally put that fertilizer to good use. Make sure my seed has enough space and love to grow. Can’t wait to see where the wind blows her. To a new, better patch of land. Until then I have to be the best farmer I can. To grow us both. I would hate if my seed couldn’t branch out because weeds tried to choke her roots and leave🍂. I’ll store enough water to nourish us. My dainty flower. How I’ll watch over.
By Frenchie Talula 5 years ago in Poets