nature poetry

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

The Hyena
The ramshackle palisade walls Still suggest There are some on the outside Still living with less To be landless, condemned
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Creatures
I'm just a lone wolf feasting on A flock of no variety A junkyard dog whose had his day Unleashed upon society To liberate the colonies
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Boy Wonders
Earth as it’s gleaming In radiant splendor It renders me speechless Tongue-twisted endeavor A pleasure I never felt
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Boy Meets Baboon
A rustle in trees Straight ahead Line of sight Out appears A bold, alpha baboon, Appears frightened Its keen senses heightened
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Blue and Grey
Blue and grey The ocean and sky The saddest display Of life passing by All secrets kept Deep down within All dreams of hope swept
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Diamond Mining
turn on the light blueshine doesn't hide it's fractal rainbow cut bleeding the gleam today one two three flies a daisy
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Sun
You look so beautiful when you leave. The way you change the colors around you and you are only known as one color yet you make everything so warm and bright, I wish I can go with you forever. I know you will be back the next day, I just hate the wait, so I sleep, so peaceful knowing ill see you again the next morning shining so bright. Even through the clouds I look for you and when I dont see you, I feel your warmth within I know you are there. Sun what a beautiful friend
By Shakera Vizionary5 years ago in Poets
A Storm's Reform
I confronted the raging storm with not a shred of understanding Expecting and demanding a reversal in its path and a complete reform.
By Marie Danielle Losier Lucien5 years ago in Poets
Tree-Huggers
We have risen from dirt To be stewards of earth To account for all life Free of value or worth Evergreen in our growth
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
The Tainted Windows of Perception Reflection
The morning forlorn After stormiest grays By the rooftop is borne The residual rains A mellifluous sound Pitter-patter atop
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
The Condor
These Andean summits As high as the sky Were where I once nested Beyond them I'd fly And I'd shadow the valleys
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Symphony No. 1
He played Symphony No.1 and said “Mozart wrote this when he was 8 year's old!” I tried to remember what I was doing at 8. Not writing symphonies,
By L5 years ago in Poets