nature poetry

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

megan hope7 hours ago
Shaken
Hurricanes ablaze "The end is coming!" The world is finally sick and tired of running From it's inevitable fate Climate change is calling out "checkmate!" For those who denied and refused to believe, ...
megan hopea day ago
We Can't Eat Money
When will they learn that we can’t eat money? Maybe when there’s no more trees worth cutting Or when the fish all float up and turn Or the pollution causes the earth to erupt and burn When the great l...
Maxine Donna2 days ago
A Summer’s Grief
Rays strike the fractured ground, scalping the peach soft skin of my soles. Scurrying away like an in hibernation the breath of the apologetic breeze strokes at my tortured helpless body, it coos like...
Emily Benson3 days ago
The Rain Sang. The Grass Drowned.
Personification poem The sky cried all night long Passing slowly along the clouds groaned. Water came freely from those dark grey clouds, The rain sang all throughout the night. Shining from a distanc...
Space
I want to walk among the stars To go and see where the farthest are To orbit around planets I would never stay still I'd race with the comets Never caring if I win In space, I'd be all alone No one to...
Kye Earley6 days ago
Death of the Caterpillar
I lay decaying on a bed of roses, porcelain skin crystallized and painted pink by my family. They all dress in black, my mother in her loosest dress, my father in his only suit. They cried the day I l...
Kye Earley6 days ago
Residue
My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping handfuls everywhere I go...
Olawale Lawal6 days ago
Stolen Sunset
Looked out my window to see an orange sky Couldn't help admiring a magnificent sunset A superb sight I've so rarely had the opportunity to see Took my eyes off that spectacle to brush an insect off my...
Spencer Barrett7 days ago
Struggle Not
Still winged soft my feather flock o' kin. Can damp wet wing so beat in equal force? Say Nay! and gently kiss your own chagrin On nape or breast; to still stay true the course. Fly South, though not t...
Dylan Morgan7 days ago
Sunset Somewhere
SUNSET SOMEWHERE I wish I could live in the country Birds chattering in the distance Telling tales of golden crumbs But pausing at my insistence To bathe in a sky of azure To believe that scarecrows d...
Color
I could live to see a hundred years and still be amazed at all the colors in the world I used to look through kaleidoscopes because I love how the colors swirled But then I realized the world was just...
Janetta Poitra10 days ago
Native American Old Times
We sit here Watching you as you just graze there I watch you tell I'm ready to strike you I take my chance, you run, I follow with my spear. My tribe members and I Throw spears at you. Some of us hit ...
Timesha Conyers10 days ago
Random Free Writing Prompt
Literally built for growth, to change, to age …Seed of life and the ongoing endless cycle of such No one storms through more weather than me… I’m strong, I’m a tree Sometimes as stubborn as can be But...
Gurman Dhami10 days ago
The Stars and I
The stars and I have so much in common, in the night we watch soulmates drown in each other's love. The stars and I are so different, for they have been loved and thought of many times. The stars and ...
The Lonesome Death of Cecil the Lion
Walter James Palmer killed Cecil the lion He was shot with an arrow and then killed with a rifle By a rich man who’d travelled in search of a trophy And who’d paid fifty thousand to the men who would ...
Coral .12 days ago
Revelation
The universe was speaking to me. The wind was blowing, the trees were swaying and I have no idea how, but I knew what they were saying. Dragonflies were sent to me, more than I've ever seen, they neve...
Elisa Brooks12 days ago
Our Bridge of White
Meet me, my love, Amongst these flowers of light. Please come my dove, Upon our bridge of white. Don’t make me wait, Until I may hold you tight, For my sorrow is great, Ever since that night. The tree...
Elisa Brooks12 days ago
Iceland
A crunch sounds across a frozen land A place of mountains, snow, and midnight sand I walk alone beside a rising height Leaving my trail behind in a snowy white There’s a wind that sings, longing to be...