nature poetry

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

A Trip to Animal Land
Animals are known to be one of the most prominents forms of alternative medicine for people with special needs and medical conditions. Whether we physically or mentally interact with animals through summer camp programs, looking at pieces of artwork with animals in it, or regularly spend time with a pet, we are always having some form of connection with animals.
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
Winter
The wind blows sharply. Whistling as it chases an invisible prey. Trailing behind the wind, comes a soft icy blanket. The trees are naked,
By Lilac Winds5 years ago in Poets
One Fluttering and Full Beast
I’ll meet you there, under the setting sun, where fiery splashes of light melt into shades of deep purple - day and night are blurred.
By Chance Garrett Wilhite5 years ago in Poets
A wavelength of color
Have you ever seen a rainbow so perfect, with precision, Outlining a section of the sky, a band of colors in vision? Prominently arching through the clouds, a chromatic
By Tracy Toccara5 years ago in Poets
Leigh-On-Sea
A small fishing boat cuts through the calm of the emerald tinted water of the Thames Estuary, frothy white waves spill away from the vessel as it gently heads toward the fishmongers, patiently waiting on the marina for the days catch.
By Ross Birnie5 years ago in Poets
I Am The Holy Basil
I am a holy basil in the garden. In my scent, the Roses, Jasmines, and Hyacinths. In the taste of me, the sweetness of the mango,
By Nightingale5 years ago in Poets
The Seasons
Winter, so cold yet so beautiful. Soft fair skin, long white hair, and piercing blue eyes. One breath and the coldest wind swirls.
By Gabrielle Greetan5 years ago in Poets
Me, The Sparrow And The Tumultuous Rain
In the green mountain valleys, where the gentle breeze does the weaving, weaving tales of journeys, of life, of peace, while the sky bends and touches the land,
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Poets
Truant Winds And The Setting Sun
It’s inception lying in small flurries of an unknown trigger, the wind sailed on and on, through landscapes, blowing the desert sands off their sleepy slumber,
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Poets
Taste of Pear
Bounteous fruit, a pear. Red or green or yellow. Imperfect skin, not rough, just dotted with brown. Mostly firm but it gives in under a thumb.
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets
Oceanside Epiphany
I don't want to be like the ocean, but the shoreline rock. The ocean is time. Stormy or calm, can't be stopped, teeming with life, yet desolate and alone. The ocean erodes the rock, removing pieces of it a particle at a time until, years later, it no longer resembles the same rock at all.
By Susanne McCabe5 years ago in Poets
#6
my feet sink deep into the softness of the earth my mother’s hand reaches up my leg she wants to take me back and make me clay
By faynoia5 years ago in Poets