nature poetry

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

Zebra
Zebra! Your stripes are awesome. No other animal looks like you. Zebra! I have a question, And I was hoping to find a clue.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
Deep in the Ocean
Here, deep in the ocean, are tales too strange to tell. Here, within the darkness, are creatures of the swell. Let's explore the ocean blue. We can learn a thing or two.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
A Peaceful Night
She sits in her favorite spot, After having a warm bath, Clothed in buttery soft pajamas, Listening to nature’s playlist of the night.
By Brittany Washington5 years ago in Poets
Pluviophile
Coming down in sheets, Like liquid linen. Covering the ground with hopes and promises, Blanketing and protecting. Old friend, bringing life.
By Alyssa Soto5 years ago in Poets
Nature, My Friend
Finally, I’ve belonged to nature, Where I’m shut out, From the ills of the world, The pains and the hurts, That come from the ones,
By Marvellous Oreva 5 years ago in Poets
The Conch Shell. Top Story - April 2021.
A beautiful conch shell sits high up on a bookshelf in our hall. It has been kept up there to keep it safe from our daughter. It's precious and delicate, and although strong, I would hate to see any of its delicate whorls and peaks damaged. Recently, I began to look at it more closely, and I imagined the secrets it held, and the things the sea creature inside had seen over its long life. So, here is my poem,
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
Garden
their spines arch, their necks twist like vines lengthening.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Poets
Phantom of the Horizon
The sea was a fair maiden that day Awash in the misty , salt sprayed finery that a bride wears on mornings such as these. In her deep blues and greens she clung to the hull of my vessel as it breached yet another horizon.
By Emerald Athena5 years ago in Poets
Scorpio
The rain stopped for a few moments, and I was wearing that pink raincoat still so I was too warm.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Poets
Roadkill
A raccoon, gray tail still intact, head askew across the highway Left to decompose on the county road, under spring’s thawing sun.
By Brittany MacKeown5 years ago in Poets
The Pasture of Many Colors
In the uncanny valley of a certain country dwelt a flock of sheep Guided and protected by their Shepherd. The sheep was not always like that,
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
A Letter from the Sky
If somehow all your plaintive pleas don’t reach my ears tomorrow, if all sweet dreams you dreamt of me take shape of grief and sorrow.
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets