nature poetry

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

Kuyik Umoh15 minutes ago
The Irony of Life
As I watch the sun and moon play hide and seek in the sky, I find myself laughing for no reason, 'cause nothing around me is hilarious. I've been for long locked in a house, where all I do Is speak to...
Christy Lynn27 minutes ago
Garbage Island
You can find me on garbage island or sunbathing in Antarctica Falling asleep and forgetting where we came from Denying the dying polar bears and blue whales Producing more plastic than we can catch up...
Gloriana Demers17 hours ago
Daydream
She often daydreamed of leaving, Abandoning her shoes at the door, Getting lost in nature's melody, Her naked feet dancing across the damp ground, Following the rhythm of the whistling wind How she wi...
In Motion in December
I sat alone on a snowy, high bank of the river one cold winter night beneath a panoply of stars, pondering if I could make happen what seemed impossible, take a solitary pick of manifold stones, trans...
The Sitting Tree
Ever look at a tree that is completely still? No blossom or bud stirring. It’s magic, really. Able to completely sit still, completely still. And there I was, awake before everyone, and standing outsi...
Mallory Wynnea day ago
Tale of a Shooting Star
i want to move to the milky way up there the moon is always full and the stars are always awake cause stars have big dreams but even brighter realities i’ll make friends with the cosmos and find my ow...
Megan Merrill2 days ago
The Quest of a Young Boy
The day was excruciatingly hot. The blistering sun set high in the cloudless sky beat down without mercy upon his back. The insects' loud continuous hum floated on the warm, dry air. He looked down at...
Yahruth B. Els2 days ago
Who Can Save, Ask the Trees
I sat down by some Big Oak Trees, their branches whispered secret life stories to me. The Wind carried their conversation in a harmonious tune, from the birth of the earth to the (so-called) walk on t...
Florence Crum2 days ago
Connectivity
Love on a steady incline to what has to be the best time we’ve ever had in our lives. Opening the Universe, taking it in our hands and making this real. Destiny and evolution are one. Our love makes i...
Megan Merrill2 days ago
Crystals
I feel like my eyes can't take it all in. My mind just can't register it. Overwhelmed is what I'd call it- Sensory overload. Some things are just so beautiful or simply breathtaking. I wish those mome...
Pine
The weather has failed to spare brumal intensity my acquaintances at ease, the pretty of their greens waning with the distant, passing wind However, short-lived, the atmosphere was breached as my trun...
Rasma Raisters3 days ago
The Traveling Song
I wanna mosey down the road a piece, once the snows have gone, I wish to see - what I have not seen before. I wanna go down the road a piece, one hand in the hand of my love, one hand in the hand of t...
Jonnell L3 days ago
Summer Fair
At the summer fair in upstate NY, where large women in lose tank tops fan rolls and sell deep-friend butter and men with leather red skin laugh into green necks and the last of a pack of cigarettes, a...
Lynn Stadel3 days ago
Elemental
Walk with me awhile under green canopy Listen to the sigh of the wind Feel the mossy softness underfoot Take my hand Breathe me in Own me Feel the rush of energy beckoning The fresh scent of water in ...
Megan Merrill3 days ago
It's in the Air
It's March fifth, I like March fifth. Definitely one for the books. Throughout my life I never gave much thought to March, I never really even noticed it before, but now it is one of my favorites. Alo...
Lynn Stadel3 days ago
Night Rise
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery. Sweet is...
Olivia Reed4 days ago
Pink Skies
The most beautiful time of day, is the pink skies, The ways the shades all create a new colour, A natural phenomenon unlike any other. The artist paints with colours and tries to copy this shade, trie...
pj bradley4 days ago
Wanderlust
The worm will stir and burrow down into the damp and black; what looks like hiding or escape is simply going home. And when it rains, the worm will rise to take the surface back, emerging unafraid out...