nature poetry

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

out of the shallow
the pull of the tide reaching out for the wanderer of edges sweetly rippling cool over sand hot feet lost forever some words in a bottle
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Quarantine Thoughts.
And the beauty of it all is that as we stop the Earth thrives nature claims back it's territory whilst we are confined to the spaces
By Antonia Santos5 years ago in Poets
Perennial
You only saw the beauty in my sprouted seed You never saw me grow You didn’t watch as the rain fed my soul Or how the sun shined on me when life was cold
By Monay G5 years ago in Poets
A Snailslove
Two snails, walking around Naked, without a house Two snails, which one another found Without making chaos Two snails or better slugs
By Angela Keßel5 years ago in Poets
Night Sky
In the quiet, I hear it The voice, the spirit Alone I wait for it to surround me The power of the wind, or the wisp of a tree
By Samuel Adamek5 years ago in Poets
Moonlight's Dance
Moonlight, moonlight, so high in the sky, so brightly you dance upon us all. Moonlight, moonlight, my how you shine, from the Earth, you seem so small.
By Destiny Pratt5 years ago in Poets
Thunderstorm
As the rain shoots down from the sky The ground is flooded The sky is dark and loud Its yelling and screaming The lighting is going like a flash light button that is being held down multiple times . Wind is racing through the air and winning by 50 miles per hour.
By Ashley Ching5 years ago in Poets
Arise and Shine
The sun's warm, golden rays kiss my eyelids, The wind whistles a sweet harmony into my ear, The birds outside are my alarm clock,
By Nikara Eclipse5 years ago in Poets
August
I felt as if I was day dreaming As if this was just too perfect to be true Trying to understand this meaning But deep inside I knew
By PJay5 years ago in Poets
Seasons
The smell of fresh cut grass The sound of the mourning dove’s song The rainy days to bring bright colored flowers Spring brings the budding of new life.
By Natalie Fletcher5 years ago in Poets
Te Amo Mucho
English: Shed was the blood of a beautiful starry-eyed bird when one morning it awoke Spanish: Derramada fue la sangre de un hermoso pájaro estillado cuándo un dia desperto,
By The Fashion Design Academy Company5 years ago in Poets
Cabin in the Woods
Sitting behind a wall of trees, I can see a hut that is covered in leaves. It stands alone hiding well, As I begin to hear a bell,
By Fantasy Text5 years ago in Poets