nature poetry

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

Changing Time
They closed my ice cream shop today. The sign says Opening in April, I will miss my Charlie Brown cone It brought me much comfort all year; what will I do now
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 3 months ago in Poets
When the World Turns Crystal
The maples empty themselves in silence now, their final leaves not wanting to let go, suspended, stiff, as if they've forgotten how
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
The Day the Wanderer Left
There’s a moment every year when the world suddenly feels quieter. It happens without warning—one chilly morning, one fading sunset—and you realise something has changed.
By Angela David3 months ago in Poets
Sources of Light
Daylight savings a signal of impending doom, the war of attrition finally dimming the stubborn sun. - It's hard not to feel
By Alexander Stoddart3 months ago in Poets
Shifting Sands Took You Away
Shifting Sands Took You Away You stood firm, Then the ground changed, Grains sliding, Beneath your feet. Slow at first,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Frost Queen. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
The corporeal chill stiffens as Fall fades and air thins, bowing to the first. I cower cross-legged in dampness, beneath her cadaverous snow-mounted stare, for she knows I. The tremulous temper of blitzkrieg blizzards is nigh on this horizon.
By Edward Swafford3 months ago in Poets
Painted
Painted sky ethereal energy signs stunning as Your palette splashes across midnight velvet sky in a shimmering spectacle for
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Just Chill
Stinging fissures On arid pink knuckles On hands gloveless and mittenless As crispy crunch and crackle And squeak like Styrofoam friction
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Poets
Roots of Experience. Top Story - November 2025.
My feet are on the ground, Why are they? Where did they come from? What is keeping them going? I cannot see what is ahead,
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Poets
Season Encroaching
Listen. The world peels its skin in front of you, lets its colors slump into the gutter, and you still sigh, pretty.
By Iris Obscura3 months ago in Poets
Rise Now Oh Winter Winds Rise!
Rise now Oh winter winds Rise! send forth your frosty vanguard drain the moisture from the air before it ripping the breath
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Poets
Verglas Vision
Tilting, lilting, she with every step upon us spreads her frozen flush. Tip-toed over, we crisp from cold and shiver
By Lark Hanshan3 months ago in Poets