nature poetry

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

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
Why We Have Nights
Why we have nights, Perhaps to sleep, Is all we might Think at first sights. Why we have nights, Evenings, darkness, nighttimes so to speak,
By Nikki Kanwal6 years ago in Poets
The Moon and Her Doubts
no matter may be created, nor may it be destroyed. you have lived a thousand lives, and yet you are still paranoid?
By sofiya6 years ago in Poets
The Lonesome Outlook
The lonely outlook crying for attention. Waiting for a warming hug. Sun shining, weather glooming Off over in the distance
By Visionary Ghostwriter6 years ago in Poets
Vibes Vol.I—Going Skiing
It is dark. The sky is a light shade of grey teasing to turn blue with the first rays of daylight. It is quiet. The snow muffles the sounds of the waking town although you can occasionally hear the engine of a car rumbling in the far distance. There are no birds chirping this morning. It is too cold for that.
By Laura Scalco 6 years ago in Poets
Love Never Fails
Love never fails! When sunbeams piece the early shadows and flash across the open plains. When the crickets have chirped their last chirps.
By David Hallowell6 years ago in Poets
Midnight Traveler
Darkness falls as the city becomes hauntingly still Pouring a cup of fresh brewed coffee It’s heavenly aromas are a delightful sin
By Nicole (Nikki) M.6 years ago in Poets
Letters to Autumn
Dear Autumn, Today is the first rainy, grey day in October, and while sitting inside my snug, warm bedroom, I had an aching urge to reminisce on something that I knew always made me joyful as a teenager.
By Alice Cooter6 years ago in Poets
These Ohio Sunsets
There’s nothing quite like an Ohio sunset. At least some would argue anyway. Even if you’ve never been to Ohio, the appreciation of a sunset is universal so get with the program! Stop! Take a moment and enjoy nature. Maybe do more than that.
By Blake Miller 6 years ago in Poets
A Little Red Flower
Just a little red flower Lying on the side of the road Just a little red flower And I stop to stare What does one little red flower mean?
By Lee Hawkridge6 years ago in Poets
Ash and Clay
ASH & CLAY Mountain gray, Snow-capped majesty rising high. My gaze travels across the spine of your birth, As I listen to the rumble of your ageless mirth.
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets