nature poetry

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

Lavender
Under the blissful blue sky, Adrift, a sweet fragrance. Not rose nor honeysuckle, Will sweep your knees to buckle, Quite like this quaint place, say this,
By Mel E. Furnish6 years ago in Poets
The Thing That Was
Tall limbering pine trees sway in the wind. Staggering cedars rustled by a breeze. Pine needles coat the ground, making for an open woodland. In these woods there are no obstructions like boulders or shrubbery. The needles alone blanket the naked earth.
By Noah Servant-Of-All6 years ago in Poets
Fall
Fall Vibrant green leaves change their colors to burgundy, gold, brown and orange in remembrance of yesterdays’ summer nights.
By Taylor Smart6 years ago in Poets
When I'm Dead and Gone
Don't cry for me when I'm dead and gone. I still exist I've just moved on. To a world you can't see that's all around, not in the sky but on the ground.
By Astraldreamer6 years ago in Poets
River
Here's a river, I release for you. Its waters are calm, Its movements, Fluid. I don't recall the last time I gave one
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Rising 🌹
A beauty in the garden with a spirit like rose petals... soft to the touch... sight... and smells so divine. Standing tall through the rain, the mud and others who walk upon her silver line.
By Blaxican Babygirl6 years ago in Poets
Autumn
Such a tired sky shows a change in nature long walking path and birds are flying away the autumn already is coming with me
By Egle Juozapaityte6 years ago in Poets
Rural Oasis
Someone told me today That I need more of The ocean in my life They never once gave Me the chance to Tell them why I don’t care if I’m
By Kristina Julian6 years ago in Poets
Goosebumps in Sunshine
It’s fall! It’s been fall But boy does it Finally Feel like it You’ll laugh at me I live in a Mockery Of Fall It disguised itself
By Kristina Julian6 years ago in Poets
Shoveling
Between my finger in my thumb, the pen rests, snug as a bum, Under my window, a clean grating sound, when the shovel sinks into icy snow,
By Matthew Donnellon6 years ago in Poets
Where I'm From
I am from a stuffed bunny, From Macy’s and many states. I am from the smell of Peruvian food. (Spicy and amazing.) I am from Calla Lilly and the smell of lavender,
By Kaylee Roberts6 years ago in Poets
Paradise Hell
Hot summer days That are spent in the shade Dreaming of the thought Of cooler weather Countless of hours Standing in cold showers
By Kristina Julian6 years ago in Poets