nature poetry

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

Two Paths
I stood in the road only to see two paths in front of me. Steady I stood deeply I thought, which path would be good. Two paths
By Phillip walker8 years ago in Poets
Fiddlehead Blessings
I have a hard time deciding if there's a cruel irony to beauty or a lovely prologue to loss. When I feel the hem's of 2010s jeans wet with notch road grass, I wonder how many times I've left. I wonder how many times my grandfather felt it. When I fall ass over teakettle into a beaver pond, risking life, limb, and toxoplasmosis for a handful of native brookies, I hope for the same chance for my kids. I doubt its possible for them.
By Zach Grattan8 years ago in Poets
Cherry Blossom Thoughts
Soft touches from cherry blossom trees with subtle pink toned leaves falling at my feet The chill of the light breeze worked its way up my spine 'til the chill froze my insides more than any pain could have
By Karolina Martinez Margolles8 years ago in Poets
Wet Season Memories
The years have burst their drying pods, cringing and flying like cotton before wind and I forget about poui season in the hills.
By Summer Edward8 years ago in Poets
Freshenings
After a sudden rain, dew drunkens trees like rum; now the blotched air, the pirouettes of dust. The offended rooster roils his body, stands
By Summer Edward8 years ago in Poets
The Songbird
It all seems so quaint Committing words to a page It's not like I'm doing anything better I'm inside my gilded cage I know this may sound odd to you
By Tj Complete8 years ago in Poets
Skies
Blue and white clouds dance in the sky like children on a rainy day. The ideas of happiness seem so clear to those below.
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
Lavender Lover
Lavender Lover This is your Rose Let me love you For as long as you grow Be careful of my thorns I don't want them to show
By Ecarg Nosive8 years ago in Poets
Poetry
Poetry is my reprieve; it can encapsulate the emotions that other forms of expression glide over. It has the capacity to inspire, to intrigue, and to alleviate stress and pain.
By Charlotte Gray8 years ago in Poets
Moon
Brightest light that will guide me to where I must go. The creeping shadows all but a blur. Whispers and howls all encased
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
Lizard or Horned Toad?
This creature pictured above is of an uncommon lizard species called a horned toad, I think she looked funny, I picked her up off of the road,
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Poets
We Are the World
This water has traveled farther than me, Has existed longer than me, Is more tired than me, but It keeps on pushing its waves at me
By Ecarg Nosive8 years ago in Poets