nature poetry

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

Nevada Gold
Nevada Gold Well I've got that roaming fever don't know what to do Last time I had it I looked just like a fool But there's gold in nevada enough for every man
By Marty West5 years ago in Poets
Alaska Gold
57m Alaska Gold Well in 1904 I decided to make my way Heard about a gold rush almost every day Left my home and my family trying to get rich
By Marty West5 years ago in Poets
To Be Coy
If life were longer, then playing hard to get wouldn't be such a problem. We could sit, or walk, just enjoying life for its length. I've loved you since forever and yet you keep on refusing my passion. When you and I are dead and gone, it will be too late for us because life is all too short. Now, while you are still young and glazed in radiant beauty... Let us seize the day and make love while we are still young and strong. Let us embrace one another and enjoy the strength and beauty of our found love. Although we cannot stop time that is forever racing, we will, instead, make time fly, if we spend the rest of our lives together.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Cover me in wildflowers
I have many tiny tattoos, that I have begun to cover with wild flowers, and I am reborn, as i blossom again. I have many peach roses. My grandmother was a poet, painter, clothing designer, rebel; a teacher, my idol and mentor.
By Amanda Silvera5 years ago in Poets
September
There’s something about the air it’s crisp, it’s inviting. With every gust of wind that flows through the trees, I feel it in my hair, and my arms develop goosebumps with every humble creak of the trees whispering, celebrating of the changing season.
By Jupiter Miller5 years ago in Poets
My Element
Ive seen mountains move a thousand miles. I know drive don’t get you far as flight. I know filthy water drown the same.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
The Gathering
Feels the death as it comes into focus all colors of fire the trees pretend to die burning Winter coming all ice and gray
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
In The Garden
Curled on arthritic knees, shoulders wrapped in her favorite green cardigan, worn red cultivator held loose in three fingers
By Eron Kaye5 years ago in Poets
Matchmaker
When honeybees make a life choice to build a honeycomb... What factors are they basing their decision on? Are they practicing learned behavior or simply acting out
By The Fashion Design Academy Company5 years ago in Poets
Black Rose
The darkness of your petals, The sweetness of your scents, The beauty that dwells inside you, All your life well spent.
By Ocean Myranda5 years ago in Poets
The Squirrel
The squirrel is fickle And bright Its ears stand out Listening, thinking, Planning its way Through the grass Up a tree
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Poets
Honey Suckles
O, who favor thee rose sweet smell given Compare not to thee sweet dew of honey
By Kailah Pierre5 years ago in Poets