nature poetry

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

Tree
When I was six, I climbed a tree My face became ruddy And my feet began to blister As I ascended my impossible Mount Everest
By Abi Briggs8 years ago in Poets
Paradise
A quiet, smallwooden dock,rough with wear,overlooks aneven quieterlake.Dragonflies hover,making loveor offspringmidflight. They landon our backs,our warm and sweatyskin,
By Riel Redwolf8 years ago in Poets
Silken Scars
I stare at the spiderwebs dancing in the wind although they send shivers down my spine. The wings in the silk allow it soar to and fro through the air, gathering the sunlight that shines down upon it. Golden flecks of light catch in the intricate design. Silk goes every which way in confusing lines, catching the water, creating a dewy patchwork of droplets. The spider remains unbothered, differentiating between water and prey. The outstanding work of art differs greatly from the plastic decorations on the cupcakes, but I prefer those over anything nature has to offer, for the stationary spider offers no venom to course through my veins; it rests on my hand over the faded scar of my unfortunate battle with an eight-legged enemy (in which I did not emerge the victor), but with no malice.
By Jerilyn8 years ago in Poets
Rain
Rain, it falls down from the sky What is its purpose? I don't know why Rain, like bullets from the heavens Count them, two, four, six, and seven
By Rachel Alexandra8 years ago in Poets
Life, Part Two
Everything living vibrant with color accented by sunlight. Low mountains blue in the distance stand steady and firm. Silent song
By Nicole Ozment8 years ago in Poets
Haar
I’m not much of a beach person , (The sunshine’s not very “me”) , But I can rarely resist the Siren call, Of a grey, storm-tossed sea.
By J.E. Hinrichs8 years ago in Poets
Life, Part One
It starts as a forest, Breathing, thriving. Every drop of rain the start of another life. A towering tree Covering, cowering,
By Nicole Ozment8 years ago in Poets
Life, Part Three
Red, golden, gray cliffsides Craggy shelters of the rock dwellers carved out by God's hand. Sloping downward smoothing to the flat stretches...
By Nicole Ozment8 years ago in Poets
Where Do You Find (Lost) Confidence?
Where Do You Find (Lost) Confidence? I find it in the quiet. I find it in "the still, small voice at the end of the day that says, 'I will try again tomorrow.'"
By Nicole Ozment8 years ago in Poets
Salt Water
Salt Water It always brings to bear everything that you want not to consider. It surrounds you, and if there is so much
By Nathan Heard8 years ago in Poets
Fields of Heather. Top Story - January 2018.
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend, Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend. Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore,
By Holly Bushnell8 years ago in Poets
Environmental Literature Journal Entry #1
The lake is frozen over, still. There is snow covering it. No footprints, tracks. Nothing. Completely blank. Sun is bright. Sky is blue, with clouds hovering low to the ground. Cars are going down the road. Everything seems normal on campus. Grass coming through the snow. Trees are bare.
By alexandria Urrutia8 years ago in Poets