nature poetry

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

Murky Lake
Sometimes at murky lake with the tall tales Breaking a green sealant on runny marsh Some endure, some only submerge Others go deep below into darkness They say they stay that way sometimes The ripples...
Tracey King2 days ago
Losing Ground
The animals chirp and play in the trees As I walk through the calm autumn breeze Such a lovely day, the sun shines down leaves are turning and falling to the ground. Gliding along this common path Com...
Breanna Sahr2 days ago
An Unnamed Girl Wanders Thereafter
A whistle in the wood, she walks. A silence in the soul, she strays. A mirage in the mire, she wanders. Skies grow vast and dark. Here, within the trees, she dares to dream. The silver fog swallows he...
impeccablyHER .3 days ago
Our Meadow 💐
As the clock steadily tick-tocks, we’re reminded of our dreams like the morning dew drops The sun peaks and for a moment time stops, we realize the power of the sunrise is the power of our thoughts Th...
Light
It is the colours of the sky It was the rays of the sun It was the white in the clouds It is the thin air It was the pink trees It is the warmth of the sand It wa(i)s the cold clear water It was the b...
Winter's Solstice
The stereotypes of winter only slightly differ, to some they only like it because they can get away with mixing Eggnog with their liquor. Others however have a different opinion, and here are some exa...
Felecia Burgett4 days ago
Chiaroscuro
there's an orange sunset seeping into the horizon. a horizon you see every day. lined with sycamores, with weeping willows, with sturdy oaks and fraying shrubs. squirrels scold. goldfinches trill. a s...
Lesley Armour4 days ago
My Name Is Sloth
In my tree top home I travel with caution no leaf stirs no unwanted attention my strong arms hug the tree as I find tender root and crispy leaf. Upside down I smile from here your world looks funny, t...
Maddie Cale5 days ago
Wilting
I look at the house of my childhood and forget about the magic that was once here. All I see is the broken stairs, the ivy that has been there since my childhood that had taken over the side of the ho...
The Dance of the Trees
You look beautiful today. I caught you. I caught you in a dance. I wonder what you hear. What song causes you to move the way you do? Is it fast or slow? Is it filled with harmonious whistling accompa...
Justina Ann6 days ago
Early Morning Woods and What They Carry
Through the woods, I see more than before, as if the woods have become thinner, like a middle aged man's hair. As a child, these woods were always thicker, harder to see through, leaving the question ...
Diane Lyon6 days ago
The Meadow
True to eyes that dwell in great wonder gasping at the scenic view yearning to lie in the purple bed flowed like a blanket in such harmony across the meadow deep, oh how silent and caressing that woul...
Complacency
Complacency is the leading cause of injury in the workplace. Cut keys too many times without using your gloves and you might get cut. Put the ladder away improperly and it may collapse on someone. Cut...
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B Day6 days ago
Mess
"I am a mess” I say, more sure of it than before I was 22 And less sure of why. “I am a mess” I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel It’s a matter of fact. “I am a mess I say, replaying Joni Mit...
Jody Meadus7 days ago
The Flame
The flame As the flame flickers, I look deep in its core Hypnotic as I watch the dance My mind mediated as it plays with my eyes Its warmth touches me as I relax under the cold sky With a spit and cac...
Bailey Schull7 days ago
Let It Come
The clouds they hover with no remorse, with dark, with dim, with gloom; Rain soaks our hair, our clothes, our shoes, the walls of every room. Nothing can protect us now, nothing to keep us dry, Not yo...
Michael Ugulini8 days ago
Archaeology
Archaeology Flint arrowheads a War of 1812 uniform button and metal Cola bottle tops …and my hands sifting moist soil Today is a dream fading into obscurity A century or more ago my present reality an...
Diane Lyon8 days ago
The Path
with the whispers of the gentle breeze and golden shadows caressing with a glow, how many footsteps walk this path with precious moments treasured with eyes and hearts that smile contentment that begi...