nature poetry

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

Stuart Crossleyan hour ago
This May Be in Prose...
What, if I may be as bold to ask, does this inspire in you? Such a beautiful, peaceful and pleasing scene you have captured here, my friend, I feel unable to do this moment justice, as I am afraid my ...
r. nuñeza day ago
Horizon to Horizon
When one spends a lot of time by oneself, one learns to talk to oneself … not in the familiar absent-minded way that we often do, but with a serious bearing, asking oneself important questions, and po...
Environmental Society
*This is a palindrome poem—read every line until the end, then read every line going back up. The Environment It does not matter to us, but what does is Ourselves. Money. People. We could not care les...
David Ireland2 days ago
Someone Stole My Summer
Someone Stole My Summer The fruit is rotting in the orchard The grass is yellowing in the rain The days are shorter than they once were Someone stole my summer again Morning dew that doesn’t dry Leave...
Greg Horn3 days ago
Toss the Pit Somewhere It Will Grow
Fruit trees fascinate me. Over millions, maybe billions of years, they’ve developed a great system. I see the mango trees along the highway in random, unkept parts of the jungle, And I can only imagin...
Beaufale L3 days ago
Faux witty Haikus and Tankas
Red and Orange and Yellow Colours of Autumn are bad when seen on the wing of your aeroplane Headaches and Sweat I’m overheating Maybe it’s dehydration I don’t like Summer Springtime Seasonal pollen Al...
David McKelly4 days ago
Flower
In the shallow dirt There is a flower Which fights with all its might Against the rain It digs its roots down deep This precious flower Endures against the wind With which it strains The flower’s stem...
Fluid Movement
A river flows where no one knows but goes to show the route they go they spread wide and move the moat and takes a turn for another approach. The way the moat goes depends on the way of the desires of...
Diana Bruce4 days ago
The Diver
The Diver– He floats aloft in endless blue The only sound his breath The only thought the sea He exists for this moment A tiny speck in an immense ocean He is ultimately in touch Alone and in his own ...
Untitled No. 12
The scab has torn and the water has come to a boil, My mother is a water lily, and I, Am a mud flower, The sudden screaming of buttercups, tiger lilies, bluebells and other wildflowers unknown, cresce...
Michelle Stone5 days ago
The Thoughts of a Stargazer
Often, I look at the stars They remind me that time does not exist My eyes have touched these stars nearly every night And although I age Every single time it is the same sight I am captivated How can...
Cobe Wilson7 days ago
Snowy Days and Candle Flames
I love winter. The cold, biting air. The snow that falls with no sound. The bright sun’s glare From the white, frozen ground. I love winter. It makes every door an entry way Into a warm and cozy lair....
Johnny Seven9 days ago
The Spider
The spider died Alone At least I assume it died alone I’ll never know I found it on the carpet At first I thought it was a bit of dried grass Then I thought it was a seed head Finally I realised it ha...
Packrat Poet10 days ago
Fire Anthology
Anthracitic ants anticipate antipathy. A true Antediluvian antagonist, their anthoid antrum a scourge. Using an antiquated anthelmintic, I attempt to attack their mound; Their antennae ever attuned, I...
Ruth Gibson11 days ago
Down Where It's Wetter
On the side of the boat, I sit, Head full of expectation and hope. I look at my buddy, My buddy at me. We communicate readiness without words. Right hand instinctively goes to my face; Left hand to my...
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Todd Worrell11 days ago
Sunrise
I stood there, arms out, bathing in radiation, the three of us there - a scene, an act, a play Do you recall that song? It plays in my silence, my ear. Its a unique melody, but aren't they all? My sol...
Molly Roche 12 days ago
Human Being
Being Human is simple enough At the same time It is complex stuff Life is a paradox One two three Three two one Can you see? The body itself Has various parts It's more than physical You know in your ...
An Old Soul
As a child, I was told that I had an old soul. I was fourteen going on forty-five now I’m nineteen going on ninety. My wisdom is well beyond my years. I have the voice of someone who been around this ...