nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Solitude
How peacefull the thoughts are It is just you and you The world of desires No harm with a lot of charm Solitude, the priority, the pleasure
Parveen BalochPublished 14 days ago in PoetsFerns
Ferns battled up the hill interrupted by defending Roots, deep in their battlements; Tall stands suppress the yell of the over watcher’s glare.
A.C. SweetPublished 14 days ago in PoetsDo You ever Wish You Could Be a Cloud?
Do you ever wish you could be a cloud? No worries, just floating aimlessly in the sky With the ability to disappear at any given time
Consumption
Eat and eat, that's all we ever do Communion bread and community meal Lies we tell and lips we fill Is it any wonder the sun wants to turn her back on us, the moon wants to witness in dark fascination
Summer Whispers
Those Whispers fluttering past the lobe Subtly swiping past the reddened rim Softly singing sweeping symphonies Of better 'morrows and warmer December days
Ellipsing Eclipses
Eternally for Eternity, I've always been raised a believer Called to understand the mysterious, wonderous, ways that this universe works as I am more than just a cog in its gears
Thavien YliasterPublished 15 days ago in Poetsbrackish collision
estuaries' coalescence– colliding lake and sea, inlets housing brackish plunder somehow equalizing, not outstripping thee
Heather HublerPublished 15 days ago in PoetsYou-9
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
Atomic HistorianPublished 15 days ago in PoetsHow quiet the snow is
Drive the sun and the sheep into the pen And the snow came down It's all white. Like 10,000 sheep, grazing in the wilderness of Gradenton.
A Total Eclipse of the Shopping Cart
Eggs? No, no, no, not the right shape. Clementines? Closer, but the colour is way off. Large tortillas? Better, but think much bigger than that.
The Iris Woman
The Iris Woman Extravagant blooms, Petals filled with grace and Awe-inspiring beauty, Open, welcoming The eternal sun
God’s Thumbprint
Every now and then, the lighting flickers. In early June, when rows of Calla lilies glow, aburst, in ivory trumpets by the moon, or when the