nature poetry

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

The Song of Quiet Writers
Poets are strange in the most beautiful way. They do not speak too loudly, yet their words travel further than shouts. They carry worlds inside their hearts, but their pockets remain almost empty. They are not warriors, yet they fight battles against silence, sorrow, and misunderstanding. They stand where emotions gather and translate feelings into language.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The measure of me.
When growth is measured by rings And sun on the water mixed with wind causes a ripple effect The curve of a rock implies it’s been weathered
By Deanna Peters2 months ago in Poets
A Harvest of Memory
Plant the seeds now, in the actions we take In laughter and love, joy and regret Seeds of the memories that we will make Parts of our lives that we'd grieve to forget.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
Houseplants We Promised to Love
We filled the apartment with houseplants the way some people fill it with children— hopeful, underqualified, carrying more Pinterest than practice.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
When the Dawn Finally Finds Me
Some mornings, I wake up carrying the weight of yesterday— heavy thoughts, quiet fears, memories that cling a little too tight.
By Waqar Khan2 months ago in Poets
Silence And Dreams
Silence And Dreams In the silence where shadows linger, a whisper travels through the night, threads of fate converge softly,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
August
August “Ohh, guess"that’s how it sounds, a month full of surprises. Like a chameleon, you can’t confirm it. You think it’s hot, only to find it’s cold... hot air, dusty and cold, promising warmth, yet stealing breath.
By Dimakatso Moeketsi2 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Between the Lines”
Poetry is a quiet revolution. It thrives in the spaces between words, in the pauses where thoughts take shape, and in the whispers of hearts that listen to the rhythm of life. For poets, writing is not just an act—it is a communion with the world, a bridge between the seen and the unseen, the tangible and the ethereal.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Celebrating and Displaying Harvest Fun
The grass withers the flower fades, What great life to value, to value and never dismay!, Fall has arrived for all American citizens,
By Rachael Frazier2 months ago in Poets
Winterfall
Low gold bars and black bark, Shape the afternoon Winter walk, As dogs gambol after a ball, Ahead of the aged and croaky talk.
By Conor Matthews2 months ago in Poets
Save The Water, Save Our Future Generations
Save The Water, Save Our Future Generations Let us save the water! It's blue, it's cool Whose is to blame? We can't live without it
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
November Rain's Confession
November Rain The cold and chill Freezing thoughts down to the bone Confessions float Through the frosted air As life exposed
By Thomas Terry2 months ago in Poets