nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Amidst Gold-Kissed Fields
Amidst gold-kissed fields, Earth's choir sings harmonies, Joy thrives in each hum.
Printique StudiosPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThis Spring
The trees Once naked and bare Caused a death in me An emptiness in my chest A cold, hollow hole Like a void of love
angela hepworthPublished 10 days ago in Poetsdiminution of existence
entities of light, caged in a gilded prison left in an umbra of darkness, isolated from the universe, powerless and without purpose,
Soul-2
Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsEco Craze
Eco Craze. Looking up as the sun looks down Inviting People to join planets while we beget trauma Solar energy begets all our flora and fauna.
Natasha CollazoPublished 11 days ago in Poets"The Fate of Shadows"
Eagerly, the world awaits the lunar embrace, Casting shadows as the sun and moon interlace. Light fades as darkness reigns in the sky,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 11 days ago in PoetsMy Aurora
There must have been a shift in the world, when the undisturbed plane between us was first broken. ... Words blossomed between us
Amanda StarksPublished 11 days ago in PoetsECLIPSE
Eclipsing stars, the moon takes its flight, Casting shades in the shroud of night. Luminous dance in celestial embrace, Infinite beauty, in time and space.
Janet EliannaPublished 11 days ago in PoetsNight Train
I was born on a fright train… It was frightening, At the nighttime, It was lightning… The rain was pouring down In a gale;
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 11 days ago in PoetsSoft Murmuring of Winds
The soft murmuring of winds Beneath window panes Quiet moans echoing Of growing pains A lull from the moon To lighten the gloom
Bird Songs
Your voice is like a melody Floating through the breeze The gentle chirp of the birds in the cool morning air. ~ I would never ask for anything
Anthony TerryPublished 11 days ago in PoetsT O T A L E C L I P S E O F T H E S U N O B S C U R E D B Y C L O U D Y S K I E S T O D A Y
Think of all there is to do, On this wonderful spring day. Think of all the things to see, All of it, a blink away.
John Oliver SmithPublished 11 days ago in Poets