nature poetry

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

Noah Hagedorn11 hours ago
In Silence We Pray
Though we walk through life with all these questions we always know we have a solution to release these questions out of our mind: to pray. We fall fall to out knees and cry out with any and all raw e...
Sheila Zip11 hours ago
The Dancing Tree and Me
Dancing tree, dancing tree, come dance with me; dance the night away as I sleep, when I wake I will dance, when I sleep you will dance. Our rhythm on peak, the wind is singing feeding your movements t...
Noah Hagedorn11 hours ago
What We Will Be Remembered By
How we will be remembered is something humans are constantly thinking about. We strive to be great people, someone that will make people think and remember us. Humans are never content with just exist...
The Midnight Sky
I have decided That I am taking a trip Out into the night sky I have been captivated my the moon And the way she moves I have my lasso And I've tossed it out Got hooked on her crescent ridge And now I...
Lorde Jacobson3 days ago
After Summer
I spent years smothered by heat, sweat, and green Ten years of sunlight and dirty bare feet First in the jungle, then in the desert I forgot what is was to be cold I thrived as a child While the sun b...
Bleu Lotus3 days ago
Earth
Earth, She the beauty with caramel tan surfaces, She the sand that lay on the beaches. Her flawless tattoos attracts the stars and skies. Her bare back stretching across the mountains and hills To the...
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Emmiasky Ojex7 days ago
While I Stare
While I stare at the deep of the earth I tear from my eyes Is this what He made it to be? Were we all meant to live like this? Guns became our toys Breaking hearts became a thing of joy Corruption bec...
Josh Flannagan7 days ago
For Perception's Sake
Here I lie. Supine. Looking at the stars. And at the leaves. And everything that falls. On thoughts. But I regard the day. As a light in the sky. Unanswered. Hollowed by the moon. Disloyal. Questionin...
Natalie C.9 days ago
Music of the Night
When the day grows dark, Animals of the night spring to life. The small town swept over by the power of the night. Peace wondering throughout, Going from one house to the next. As sleep fell upon them...
Monica Yolich10 days ago
A Letter to My Dear Friend, Winter
Dear Winter, You’ve ice-kissed the magical outdoors of Summer, passing arctic winds from your lips to hers, killing anything that thrived. Luminous plants no longer flourish, the large and brilliantly...
joscelyne Waters10 days ago
Color
Black paper place holders don’t actually stay hung The framed colors reside much longer They say more They say it louder They stay longer than black paper place holders “Red represents love,” they say...
J A Miller13 days ago
White Corner
A spider spun a web today. No wind blowing. A spider spun a white web on the white corner of a white secluded room. A cold drywall is its home. Pale dust is its neighbors. By its nature waiting still ...
Cleo Elizabeth13 days ago
Sunflower
I went driving with my friend yesterday and we happened upon a sunflower field. It was tucked nearly behind a dense row of pine trees. Thick and green and strong. We drove down the grass covered stone...
Katrina Thornley14 days ago
Meanings and Seasons
Words bend In winds too strong for mortal, Letters mix, Creating undecipherable message. Understanding is unclear When the sun always sets Disturbing the light Meant to show the way. Green leaves Shin...
Baylee Browning14 days ago
Images of Youth
Competing drums and piano and train and competing, competing Fresh sprigs of green- Water drips on a dirty, white toilet seat. White blossomed trees, cut down for their fishy stench. When will spring ...
Baylee Browning15 days ago
Saint Arachnid
You stand across from me, yet I cannot see your eyes. Marble eyes of almost millions, which way do you look? You rub your hands together and wash your face. Your long, petite limbs, weapon of destruct...
Baylee Browning15 days ago
The Ocean
Staring out at the sea during a hurricane, the angry waves pulling out what feels miles away from me, and chasing back to frisk around my feet, I can understand the advent of fantastic mythology. The ...
Jlynn Sheaks16 days ago
The Storm
I can see the end from where I stand I can feel the wind upon my back I can sense the clouds changing so quick I can see the storm beginning to start I can feel the temperature rising and dropping I c...