nature poetry

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

Jaden Bleu21 days ago
Prayers for Her (Pt. 6)
Father, Giver of joy, give her joy, your pleasure to ignite and employ. Like a bubbling brook that laughs, may her joy lead her down beautiful paths. Positive hearts are the best medicine, so give her...
Daneen Jenae22 days ago
Poetry #1
I want to inhale a 6 PM sky. I want lavender and rose hues to swirl and live in me forever All peaceful and wholehearted Lavender and blue An outline of branches and you Look down at our reflections b...
Jaden Bleu22 days ago
Prayers for Her (Pt. 3)
Father, May she always sing your praises, in the most lyrical, gentle, splendid, phrases. Let her voice hit your ears like petals falling, let her worship be unhindered and never withdrawing. Place a ...
Kendall Earl23 days ago
Cold Time
The laughing children now in their warm beds The adults grumpily awaiting their cues to shovel Snow laying claim to all other's homes and lawns Blending into a crunchy wonderful mess. I'm the lone exp...
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Brittany D24 days ago
The Island Ballad
The Storm was rough upon the sea, where men had neither sailed. The wind was blowing far to see and soon ripped the sail. The ship tipped and turned the tide, and dipped deep beyond. And what was left...
Pagan Poems
One thing I love about Facebook memories is that it shows me the poems I forgot I wrote. Here are two that came up today 21st December 2018. They were written for the Pagan festival of Yuletide/Winter...
Autumn Browna month ago
A Wonderful White World
The frigid wind twisted playfully around me, It was the Christmas season finally! A snowy blanket covered the fields white! Even the trees were quite the sight! The snow was so soft as I walked along,...
Autumn Browna month ago
Beauty in the Forest
Nimbly I jogged along Far beneath the wild bird song. The trees around me big and tall I felt so small, like nothing at all! The moss beneath my feet felt furry I was in no mood to hurry. And though i...
Chris Gacinskia month ago
Hammerhead
Like a hammerhead I must keep moving There is no such thing as being still As for me, that requires a special pill Screw the suburbs, I want to go to New York The bustling city, filled with art and cu...
Jaden Bleua month ago
Undying Affections
I have a friend who always loves me no matter my mental state, he doesn't seem to care if I feel badly, or great. Such unconditional love, it's like no other, it is far closer than even a brother. Alw...
Autumn Browna month ago
What the Robin Sings of
The early morning dawn shown softly over the countryside The flowers waved unified, like the ocean tide. Its rays warmed the dew wet grass The bugs flew 'round in an unorganized mass. The willow waved...
Cheyenne Reutera month ago
At Night
it’s not that there isn't sound it’s a hallowed sound a head full of thoughts humming low like static on a radio the heartbeat of the house maybe it’s breathing or walking banging pipes, running water...
Tony Martelloa month ago
She, Like the Wolf
Fierce, pure, and monogamous, she is a keeper of death to bring forth new life. Her long and slender legs cascade with white laden-fur all the way down to her large paws-much bigger than any courtyard...
Imani- Amoura month ago
The Snow Must Go On
Right, I watch through window the slow snowy miracle plain white flakes glide down graceful, effortlessly prominent, poised and purposeless in their silent left-right gliding descent to the ground wit...
Hello, December
Hello, December, how’ve you been? It’s been a while since we caught up; we should spend some time together. Let’s stand outside wrapped in scarves and mittens catching snowflakes on our tongues while ...
Catie Consolo2 months ago
Mama, Who Bore Me
I am not a bad person I am not selfish Even if I am, it is a normal stage in my development I will grow from here I need encouragement You give advice and ridicule and rage You are hurt That part is m...
Eden Greager2 months ago
Everything Is as It Should Be
Leaves of green and mystery branches Stories that hide from young to old Sunsets of orange, purple and yellow Birds softly chirping from the trees Children laughing, faces passing Everything is as it ...
Caleb Johnson2 months ago
Pebbles
Pebbles, not sand, hindered their feet. Drenched souls, so cold, yet passion they meet. Every cloud, every drop, meant to be. Just as truthful, in love, nearly. Lust is the way in which they went, No ...