nature poetry

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

Light
The lifeless, opaque air of yesterday is cut through; iridescent shafts vanquish the old winter darkness it is replaced by the tingling, humming breath of expectancy
By Georgia Melodie Hole5 years ago in Poets
Daily Showers
There’s a rain cloud around me, It rains nearly everyday. Though you’d think the rain would make it dissipate, It always seems to stay.
By Cecilia Penner5 years ago in Poets
Concrete Rose
This rose, I felt sorrow for Because I too was left for dead Why is your vision so big and bold? Because King had a dream
By Crowne5 years ago in Poets
These Bare Broken Trees
These bare broken trees Fascinate me beyond words, I am sure they talk to each other, without saying a single word,
By Nam Kapoor5 years ago in Poets
The Majestic Tiger!
Somewhere on this earth that we've claimed as our own, tigers are rumoured to roam. They are nearly extinct and soon will be,
By Lauren Woods5 years ago in Poets
The Butterfly with the Lion Face
From sunrise to sunset the little caterpillar lived without fret. Too young to fly yet too bright to hide she just inched by.
By Kimber Goodwin5 years ago in Poets
Look for the Stars
Sometimes the grass isn't green. Sometime the grass is purple. It's located in a magical place. But this place has no stars.
By Kimber Goodwin5 years ago in Poets
Spring
Since November 2020, I've been longing for these magical, refreshing, positive, fulfilling and colorful moments of one of my favourite seasons- spring! Since spring is well on its way, I decided to release one of my acrostic poems about what makes spring such a beautiful, enjoyable and pleasant time of the year for everyone.
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
Why wildfires are so devastating and evil for our world
Inspired by the tragic Australian wildfires in 2019/2020, the fires in the Amazon and all the times devastating times nature goes up in flames.
By Lili Jane5 years ago in Poets
The Excavation
(Excavation) Rubbing daisies between my thumb and forefinger To procure that garden, if not again then unwithered unreal like an observatory of pastimes
By isabelle howard5 years ago in Poets
Nature's Exhibition
It was a natural transition Rain has left finishing its duties Sky now empty and sun that followed after Subtle breeze, a touch of heat
By Dancing Dumpling5 years ago in Poets
Little Robin
An American Robin perched on a leafless bough, seemingly content with its place, spreads its wings, left to right, and takes flight,
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets