nature poetry

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

If I Grow Up (8)
If I grow up I want to be a storm Sweeping across the summer sky A deluge to wash away the heat and hurt and Leave the earth cooled and cleansed
By Kaydie Paschall5 years ago in Poets
At the River...
We stand at the bank of the river , As It roars to the ALMIGHTY, A deafening sound; we quiver, And our bodies stiffened so tightly.
By Godfrey Georges5 years ago in Poets
Eternal Mystery
Atoms bind in space & time They rejoice in unity to dance in the energy, to create the matter from which we are made.
By who_we_are______5 years ago in Poets
Patches
Our boots fell softly Into buckets of snow Dumped on sidewalks, Rooftops, and forest floors. As smoke curled from our lips,
By Cody Jones5 years ago in Poets
A Woman’s Animal instinct :
Just as a lioness has a pride, A group of females Strategizes and hunts with, for life Female , Homo sapiens Takes pride in having friends
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
If I Grow Up...
If I grow up I want to be a dandelion Deeply rooted yet still dancing wildly across untended field And obsessively manicured lawn
By Kaydie Paschall5 years ago in Poets
Daily Walks
6 am - waking up with the sun, the smell of clean sheets, a good book, green tea, watching your garden by the window, humming, birds chirping, a faint smile, hope for the day ahead
By Lovely-Type5 years ago in Poets
Verses Of Voyagers
A prosperous precipice pollinated yet passive Preserves its prolific pendulums Strewing seamless silhouettes of swaying stones
By Jared Peet5 years ago in Poets
An Autumn Stained Picture Frame
One day a blue bird will submit providence Into an autumn stained picture frame Sit and ponder old forgotten philosophies
By Jared Peet5 years ago in Poets
Shackles By The Seas Of Obsidian
Bulls reside in the recesses of original solace Bearing down on barriers of basalt with defiance A myriad of seismic streaks of drumfire
By Jared Peet5 years ago in Poets
Light Feels Like A Million Miles Away
Sometimes I feel like the light is a million miles away. It tempts my heart. An embrace between moments beguiles my mind. The heart knows the light is everywhere, framing itself in varying degrees of radiance. The mind is easily fooled, viewing a portrait of black leaves and grey clouds yet ignoring the gentle wind touching the structures. It too often forgets the subtle layers of light buried inside the darkest corners of the soul. Once the mind remembers truth, it returns to the spirit of trust.
By Quantum Nest5 years ago in Poets
Amor del bueno
Are there pebbles in your stream that have always been clustered in huddles... silently existing without uttering a sound
By The Fashion Design Academy Company5 years ago in Poets