nature poetry

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

Desiderium
Inside the whispering enchanted forest, lays the answer to one's desiderium. An entwining secret that is interwoven with the glistening sorrows of the weeping willow.
By Krysten Guilbaultabout a month ago in Poets
Winter Solstice At The Stones
Introduction This is my eighty-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork for the 2025 Winter Solstice, the shortest day and the longest night of the year in the northern hemisphere.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
Glaze Of Dawn
When the dawn glow streams, Cold cheeks,warm sun,glazed windows, Felt a glowing kiss.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a month ago in Poets
Mizzle Mist Kiss
"Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Why does it always rain on me? Even when the sun is shining, I can’t avoid the lightning" — Travis
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Poets
The Robins Know True Love
The Robins Know True Love They sit close on a winter branch at dawn, feathers pressed where the cold cannot divide, no vows spoken, no promise written down,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Perfect Sky
The Perfect Sky There is no such thing as a perfect man, No flawless woman carved from certainty, We carry cracks beneath our names and smiles,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Rainy Day Smile
It's raining today But you do not have to frown There's magic in the raindrops If you Smile when your down If you take the raindrops
By Susan Paytonabout a month ago in Poets
When Cancer Takes
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔
which path shall I take? the one well-trodden that everyone else takes or shall I take the one that looks like it isn't
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
A Spring Night
It was an enchanting night in spring, Alive with sparkling and shimmering stars; The pretty moon stood still in wonder
By GHANI KHANabout a month ago in Poets
Warmth of the Earth
the stony descent taste the earth's warm musky breath whiffs, fungal, mossy K.B. Silver I love to visit caves. One of the amazing things about caves, and why people started using them, is the karst cavern's natural tendency toward temperature regulation. Most of the caverns I have been to stay at a cool but comfortable 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit year-round.
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
Whispers of the Living Earth
The earth awakes with a gentle sigh, Dew-kissed grass beneath the sky. Mountains stand in patient grace, Time has carved their quiet face.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets