nature poetry

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

Canyon Reflections
The earth finds pleasure In sculpting Its outcroppings - In chiseling rocks Of eagles taking flight Or carving pyramids
By Donna Ryan6 years ago in Poets
I Wish
I wish there were rivers, Running through these busy streets I wish there were hills and farms, Covered with grass and wheat
By Srinidhi Ranganathan6 years ago in Poets
Atop a tall tree house
Atop a tall tree house He starts to write, Of his lavish brilliant life In short sweet poems He writes and writes In company of the birds
By Srinidhi Ranganathan6 years ago in Poets
Darkness and Flowing Nature
Mother Nature was painfully beautiful at times ravaging trees and homes with the slightest wind But she was also astonishingly gorgeous
By Kayden Laster6 years ago in Poets
A Cat For Me!
The Story Behind How I Got Isabella, Whilst i was growing up, losing every cat that i had ever owned; 6,7, 8, to be exact.
By Ruby Estelle 6 years ago in Poets
Humanity Learns its Lessons from Dragonflies and Orchids
~~Are we not all cut from the same cloth? a wise person once said. Hence, I persist in, I insist on, and promote all helping
By Patricia Rabain6 years ago in Poets
Begotten Bayou
One of great beauty and mystique Gators grin, gliding by tupelo trees Share your wisdom, oh, begotten bayou Pelican, behold your magnificent beak
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
Bluebird
One by one, I watch the stars start to appear before the dark dense clouds roll over. The moon was here, yet cannot be seen anymore
By inkedmind6 years ago in Poets
Winter Havoc
They say when it snows that the world stops spinning for maybe just a second, that maybe all life took a small breath and paused to look outside from their dream like world into reality.
By Mythos Redacted6 years ago in Poets
Goldfish
In my mind, I envision a glass bubble filled with cool aqua water and tangerine swimmers- goldfish with rosy lips and black bulgy eyes. Like music to my ears, I listen to the calm bubbles blow and pop. It's like a song that is sung underwater. The goldfish run around in the seaweed garden like children playing hide and seek.
By Talia Devora6 years ago in Poets
Nature is More Pretty
Nature is More Pretty There is a faded blue house that stands as a simple fixture. Yet, the tree that's casted over here and there, gives the most vibrant literature.
By Bree Z Love6 years ago in Poets
The Story of the Stones
The sign at the trail head barely even mentions the Native Americans who inhabited this area on the Hieroglyphic Trail, named for the petroglyphs that can’t be missed at the top of the trail. These rocks tell a story of a time when people in the area knew they were interconnected to the animals that shared the same land.
By Terri Kalloch6 years ago in Poets