nature poetry

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

Jennine Donier2 months ago
Moon Games
Moon Games Copyright: October 13, 2007 The Harvest moon began its rise in dusk of eves sky; An orb of soft colored gold, It arose big and bold. As I made my way homeward it began to play hide "n" seek...
Jennine Donier2 months ago
Autumn Arrivals
Autumn Arrivals By Jen Donier Copyright September 22, 2014 Summer has faded and slipped away Brilliant Autumn has come to play Geese are winging in vee's to the south Hunting season for turkey, pheasa...
Jessica Blanco2 months ago
Season of Change
Each curl blown back by a cool autumn breeze, She's running, toes sifting through each green blade, The cool autumn air brings her back to ease, As she lets go of each mistake she's made. She's growin...
E. NATASHA2 months ago
A Wild Flower
Starts again in the morning Voice, face and your choice Where outside body in the soul Perfect picture as your beginning A journey to the land of love Naked soul is a must read They won't tell you fai...
Michelle MacLaren2 months ago
Skye/Fairy Pond
Across the water, By the Bay of Portree, Where stand many a fairy mound, And up a small stream, Beside a few-troden path, Lays a small pond and waterfall, Claimed by the Fair Folk. The water there flo...
Michelle MacLaren2 months ago
Loch Ness
Dark is the sky Darker the water Waves lap against the shore, The slightest of sounds, Amid an eerie calm. Gray is the sky, As it's reflected in the water. A deep abyss, That masquerades as a lake, Ke...
Violet P. Davies2 months ago
Liquid Gold
The swing seat on the verandah The most demure kind of fun You swung by, hoping you could land her And found her poised to perfection Perched side saddle with a glimmer in her eye That said you could ...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
Delicious Moments
Just sit back and watch the landscape take shape, like a drape that is lifted, or an old-timey roll film tape. Take the delicious moment to stop and stare, if you truly care for nature's artwork and d...
Violet P. Davies2 months ago
Autumn Haiku
The turning begins And I start breathing faster October excites Pink trees! Pink trees! Pink! Ivy changes colour too! So much new to me Grass glows greener yet With a slick varnish of rain And pulsati...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
The Bat and the Butterfly
The bat and the butterfly had a thing, back and forth they'd sing. One so dark and stark. One so colorful and beautiful. One so morose and morbid. One so spirited and sprightly. One so quiet and still...
Colt Castro2 months ago
The Cage
What is the point of continuing When everything around it is falling apart? Destined to be in the cage it wishes all to end But something else is holding it back It has lost all sense of purpose Any m...
Michelle MacLaren2 months ago
Fear
There is silence There is darkness A single floorboard creeks There is silence There is darkness. The moon peaks out between the clouds Soon to be obscured again The wind whistles in the trees Another...
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Ange LI2 months ago
The Fall
The fall. The season when everything died to relive again. The only part of the time when the Earth is showing us that letting go isn't that hard, that sometimes it can be beautiful. Who said that one...
The Beauty of the Eye
Like a glimmering and glittering light to the flies And a blossoming flower with a nectar To a bee Like a shadow to its self-portraying image And a tribunal river to the seas and then to oceans Like s...
Michelle MacLaren2 months ago
Stars
Flecks of white, Start to dot the sky, As the sun sets And Venus, the Morning Star, Begins to rise. One by one, Planets and constellations alike appear. Galaxies and supernovas, Near pinpricks of ligh...
Michelle MacLaren2 months ago
Sea Foam
I stand beside the shore, Yearning for something more, As the waves lap at the sand beneath my feet. The air smelling of salt and yet almost sweet, The water is blue and green and gray, A swirling aby...
E. NATASHA2 months ago
Kiss the Rain
Listening to the rain A sweet noise to hear Fell into a river voice Missed faces never seen On those rainy days The canvas blanket talk deepest Distant voices speak faintly Forgotten romance fairy tal...
Violet P. Davies2 months ago
Grey November
Every day's another cup of candy cane-flavoured diabetes Because I'm far too good for alcohol And hey, it hasn't snowed yet But I'm almost wishing the grass away Because like everything else It died a...