nature poetry

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

When the Last Fire Breathes Out
There’s a moment—quiet as breath— when the fire forgets how to rise. It leans back into itself, a tired dancer folding at the waist,
By Waqar Khanabout a month ago in Poets
The Alabaster Box
They whispered when I entered, their glances sharp as knives— a woman with a history unwelcome in their eyes. But shame had grown too heavy,
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Tree of Life
My family tree is an interesting creation, as ancient as any, I’m certain, but filled with gaps and empty spaces. *
By David Muñozabout a month ago in Poets
Nature Brings Endless Happiness
As if I have cracked the code of endless happiness. It is watching nature, how flora and fauna interact. So, I engage in it a lot,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
the roots of reverie
our love was a sapling, thin-stemmed, fragile, poised in quiet confidence. it was indescribable, the bliss i felt, growing in your taciturn nature.
By Daniel Kabout a month ago in Poets
Zip Me Up
The grass is a winter coat Kneeling down, I unzip it Reach my hands deep into the soil Feeling for the bottom of the hardened, weathered roots
By Celeste Frenetteabout a month ago in Poets
Between Heaven and Earth
These roots hold echoes of things I could never say Twisted and buried in the earth Cemented in ways that feel immovable Past lifetimes full of love and loss
By James Seabrookabout a month ago in Poets
The Yule Goddess At Glastonbury Tor
Introduction This is my eighty-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's beautiful artwork. This is an Ekphrastic Terzanelle
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBAabout a month ago in Poets
The Ring of Brodgar
Introduction This is my eighty-second piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's beautiful artwork. The Ring of Brodgar is part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site, a series of important domestic and ritual monuments built 5000 years ago in the Orkney Islands.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBAabout a month ago in Poets
The Nature of Roots
We lean into symbolism, transformation, and the quiet philosophical pulse beneath living things. A branching - roots, trunk, crown - humans as “higher animals”,
By Antoni De'Leonabout a month ago in Poets
Alone Time
There are parts of the day where my branches will sway. Giving into all the wind around as it makes me play. I am happy standing firm,
By Mike Owczarekabout a month ago in Poets
Roots of Roses
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets