nature poetry

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

Shea-Lea Miller15 hours ago
Feather
The viciously ripped away feather soars across the sky, taken by the ever changing wind Whipping this way and that, left, right, back, and forth The sky is baby blue and clear of any blemishes left by...
Vicky Babczyka day ago
Sleepless Nights
I’ve had a weird all-nighter. Or not weird at all. It’s just that All all-nighters are weird. They hold a sort of empty fullness in them. Maybe they feel like that because They are the hours of when y...
Michael Smith2 days ago
Foolish Fern
Don't let life cut down your tree. You were born to live, you were born to be. Spread out those leaves, even shed as you feel, they are but for a season only you are what's real. Of one thing I'm cert...
Hannah Beaton2 days ago
Old Blue Chair
As you begin your journey with your blue chair Remember the sounds of the calm ocean breeze The walks in the sand and the cool morning air Puts your mind at ease The peaceful easy feeling as you sit a...
Vicky Babczyk3 days ago
Salt on My Soul
Grey stormy waves, decayed tides. Wind through my hair, my fingers; brushing past my cheeks. Shells that echo in the year Of past-time storms and past-time winds. The smell of seaweed floating in the ...
Change Is Loud
I am spring You are fall Separated by the heat And the cold Everything still fresh Still blooming hues I got the pleasure Of meeting you The gifts sent Were chilled to a crisp To sleep for months And ...
Seasons
Can you feel the changes When the nights get crisp To send shivers Down to your toes Electrified When the summer heat Turns to cold The leaves change From the vibrant To dull To watch the broken piece...
Carmen Scott4 days ago
Soporific Spirit
I settle in again to the night, there's not much else. I wake to the moon's translucent pallor still straining for providence over the slumbering souls below. Humility and sadness in its glow as the a...
Velvet Nights4 days ago
A Walk Up the Mountain
A walk up the Mountain rattling bones in a fleshy vessel, charging through the embraced freedom of nature, sights of rolling mountains that steal the life source from within, the breath of invigoratin...
Rachel Anderson4 days ago
A Poem
I have recently picked up pen and paper after quite a few years. This is just a sampling of what has done out of my mind. Poem # 1 Dancing and swaying. It speaks for that which can not. Sturdy it stan...
Briana Willis5 days ago
The Love of the Forest
I love the woods. I believe I've the heart of a wood elf. Chills caress my pale skin As the winds roar and silver clouds Begin to swirl At first, light rain comes down, And I look up Lightly flutterin...
O T Wellswood5 days ago
Butterfly
When I was younger, butterflies used to land on me I remember we were on holiday in Wales sitting in a field, playing a board game A big red butterfly came and landed on the back of my hand it stayed ...
O T Wellswood5 days ago
Pendulums Swing
Poem from Chile
O T Wellswood5 days ago
Sparrow Heart
I'm sitting in the garden Watching the birds For anyone who knows me, This is a pretty normal thing for me to do. On the wall are 4 bird boxes I built them years ago They have sat empty for a long tim...
O T Wellswood5 days ago
The Air in Chile
There is something about the air in Chile or there is something that I feel here; in this air I am reborn here, every breath here seems full seems alive like when you’re in the sea and you ride a wave...
Samantha Sadoh6 days ago
Reaching for Heaven
Everyday I sit on the hill, watching the sun go down. Different shades of beauty mingle together before my eyes. I watch as I imagine myself, dancing through the ocean of colors. Soar high among the h...
Kevin McGuire7 days ago
Upon the Banks
Intoxicated by the sun, the path seems cheery. The arms of the trees sway to a melody whispered by a secretive breeze. Deep and earthy, the musk of decaying leaves, unbroken by the soil, clings to the...
Kevin McGuire8 days ago
In the Quiet Dark
The sun has turned its back, the moon hangs adrift in swirling sky. A rash of words, unspoken, taste the night and fly. The murmurs of a lover, the chuckle of a friend, all of these come easily on a d...