nature poetry

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

The Rotten Apple
The Rotten Apple I held the fruit, Turning it in my hand, Feeling the weight of choices, Heavy as the night around me.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
US military planning for divided Gaza with ‘green zone’ secured by international and Israeli troops
The US is planning for the long-term division of Gaza into a “green zone” under Israeli and international military control, where reconstruction would start, and a “red zone” to be left in ruins.
By AHMED KAZEKA3 months ago in Poets
THE NIGHT WINTER CLAIMED HER AUTUMN
The room quakes when Winter steps through it— not in sound, but in pressure, as if the atmosphere has been seized in a fist
By Morgana Knapp3 months ago in Poets
The In-Between
The air shifts first, tastes different— a catch in my throat that barley burns, awakens like God brushing a thumb across my cheek
By Madison Jade3 months ago in Poets
First Frost
Breath so cold you can see it Silence smothering it all Sun reflecting is so bright Hope for winter’s soon coming call
By Kaiz 3 months ago in Poets
Hints of Frost To Come
A crisp dampness hangs in the air, evoking the first bite of a chilled apple as juice sputters and dribbles down one’s chin.
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
Walks scented with the last autumn leaves, greeting the frozen moisture
Walks are becoming scented with the last kind of an autumn -like leaves and we may feel like the memory of a playful child who runs into the carpet of foliage, shuffling their feet on its slippery surface, at the same time the feeling of being devoted to nature in this moment of change draws us into another world, even if only for a moment, distracting us from the more pressing reality,
By Darkos3 months ago in Poets
Frosty Companion. Honorable Mention in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
The Autumn leaves all rustle on my path A dying melody beneath my feet Crunch. The drag of my shoe, crunch. I near crosswalks stilling my way to work
By Polite Adjacent3 months ago in Poets
One With the Sea
As a kid with short legs and small feet, I loved the way the cold ocean floor touched my toes. I felt at peace with nature’s beautiful sea — the way the waves danced, the way my hair flowed with the breeze.
By Moriah C3 months ago in Poets
A Day At The Park
Sitting alone, but I am not lonely For I feel the soft kiss of the breeze on my skin I listen to the Earth’s song closely Waiting for nature’s symphony to begin
By Anya Kim3 months ago in Poets
stopping by the river on November 9, 2025
The depths of me are stirred and something brought nearer the surface as I look out upon the rain upon and the wind crossing
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Roots & Branches
Rooted in Earth, Rising Toward Sky I come from quiet beginnings— from the gentle hands of women who healed with herbs steeped in memory
By Tahira Ikram3 months ago in Poets