nature poetry

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

Spring Sunrise
The spring sunrise wraps her warmth around me–illuminating my skin in hues of crimson and golden-brown. As she rises from her winter slumber, her silhouette stretches across the bedroom walls, forming abstract shapes that remind me of modern art sculptures.
By Sarah Ellen Hewitt7 years ago in Poets
Polluted
Back in wild. Is it worth my time. I see the birds smile. But are they alright? Ground sing happily, And the flowers dance.
By Esther M7 years ago in Poets
April Showers
Somethings fresh. Somethings new. Something bloomed. But nothing can replace you. You were the constant sun in winter, now you're spring.
By Esther M7 years ago in Poets
Siren and the Sea
Oblivious to limits or prisons I wave to carry you to foreign places I crash to push you past your limits I pull you in to test your willingness to be taken away by my levels that rise when I look in your eyes
By Ehud The Aquarius7 years ago in Poets
Cold White Sand
Extra pages on extra snow days The music is rocking me through the day Away from and closer to me in belief I am the prey
By MIchele Paul7 years ago in Poets
Arise, Morning Bird
Arise, morning bird; how your call gently nudges me from the hypnosis of utopias of which I traveled joyously. Arise, morning bird; now awakened, disturbed but grateful as the breath of life tingles my nostrils, electrifying my responses, awakening the fossil.
By Xavier J. Watson7 years ago in Poets
Delicious Scrumptious Figs
If you want to see me happy and dance a little jig just do me one small favor and bring me some tree-ripened figs there's very little flavor-wise
By Roderick Dickson7 years ago in Poets
Toast to the Moon and Stars
Moon, oh all the things we’ve been though Remember how I used to ask the question that start with why I tried to plant something that refused to grow
By Maria Vasquez7 years ago in Poets
Dear Sky
Dear sky, you who stare at us with your bright fiery eye during day and with your bright watery eye during the night, you sparkle us with your beauty and mystery, let us glare at your divine structure of a replica of our inside, mysteriously complex, which with out curiosity we tend to think we know you only to find out we know less with every guess, our connection is profoundly clear and yet such a secret, let your energy for ever guide us to the truth, even when most hide it, there are a few who will always resurrect and give there lives over and over until the truth shines with no regrets and ever more inmune to your toxicity.
By we as one7 years ago in Poets
Grandmother Willow
I am seeing the leaves of this tree change from forest green to sunset orange. If I were a botanist or even an archaeologist I would understand the stages of its life.
By Ciera Smith7 years ago in Poets
The Voyager’s Spark
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ocean. Let it take you, let it, for only a moment, control you. The ocean is big beyond belief, let it swallow you,
By Dredyn LM7 years ago in Poets
Figuring It Out
Try and figure out a time where water doesn’t win I recommend you figure out what makes the wild woman’s soul sing I hope you figure out how you take your coffee and how you prefer your wine
By Nichole Perlberg7 years ago in Poets