nature poetry

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

Flower Power
Red, purple, green As I have seen A little brown as been Colored in the fields That is what heals Not even on high heels
By Agnes Laurens6 years ago in Poets
The Wave
A wave disintegrates into the sand As they have done over the centuries and millennia A timeless battle between change and constancy
By Ivy Rozen6 years ago in Poets
Lore of a Ladybug
She landed so eloquently on my wrist An early morning in June A beautiful encounter, her calling me To attune A ladybug of larger size
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
An Abyss of White
I walk outside, close the door behind me, step off of the front porch, and stand on top of the soft ground beneath my snowshoes. It is cold, but I am warm from the soft, thick layers of my pajamas - my bottoms tucked into my boots. I tighten the tie from my robe around my waist then look up at the landscape surrounding me.
By Anne Holli6 years ago in Poets
Rain
Rain Did you hear the music the rain plays? Did you see the raindrops that look like fairies falling? Did you feel the raindrops dropping on your head like pebbles?
By Kimberly6 years ago in Poets
Oh, Spring!
Would you look at the flowers in bloom, Would you look at the trees that grow. Almost as beautiful as a bride and her groom,
By Kate Whittemore6 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Sunset
Ode to a Sunset. The pale blue engulfed in Flames, Oranges, Violets, Rubies and Gold, Spreading and stretching, ready to unfold.
By Iona Jackson6 years ago in Poets
grounded
today i went outside to say hello to my mother who closes the distance between us when i inhale and exhale new shadows a reminder of my father's absence
By Ashley Mellinger6 years ago in Poets
Birdbrain
In the time before Covid, I was up before the birds. Always rushing out the door, with nary a peep to be heard. Off to an empty classroom,
By Diane Nivens6 years ago in Poets
Mr. Bumble Bee
What a joy it is to be A bumbling tumbling honey bee Filled to the brim with rich coffee My cup over flow onto my seat
By A. C. Clementine 6 years ago in Poets
The Great Oak
Tenebrous branches of ebony onerous and bleak, reach out like roots of an ancient tree, claws of ink spilling, flowing, pouring
By Eleisha Rae Kennedy6 years ago in Poets
Hinatuan River
Hinatuan river a place to shine with rosy light sip sweet coconut milk run in the water with floaties and jump like a star in the pool.
By Talia Devora6 years ago in Poets