nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Tears of a Weeping Willow
In the garden of sorrow, a weeping willow stands alone, Its branches drooping with the weight of heartache unknown. Each tear that falls from its boughs tells a story of love lost, A tale of shattered dreams and agonizing cost.
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsAmerica’s Sun
I’ve never been too good at writing in my own voice, In fact, if I had a choice, I don’t even know what I’d sound like. I spent a long time chasing this identity,
Sweet NothingsPublished about a month ago in PoetsWhispers
Whispers on the breeze, seed pirouettes in the sky, earth's cradle beckons.
Printique StudiosPublished about a month ago in PoetsTo See and Wonder
Darkness in the room, no stars to see and wonder, the night air beckons.
James GreenPublished about a month ago in PoetsWrite .. WRITE !
They say not to let your emotions control you in the heat of a moment... We can all agree to that to some level... I say hone those emotions find a quite spot and write... WRITE.
Armand SlayerPublished about a month ago in PoetsBloom of the Forgotten
In the hidden enclaves of the earth Dwells a flower of mysterious birth Petals swirling in shades unseen A beauty unmatched, a botanical dream
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsSilence
Your Peace Finds me Plunging deep Below the surface Plummeting deep and deeper down To dwell complete, within the heart of me - comfortably
Bonnie BowermanPublished about a month ago in PoetsMelodies of the Unseen
In the realm of music, there lies a hidden trove Where vibrations and frequencies effortlessly rove A world beyond the notes we hear in our ears A mystical place where true magic appears
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsNature’s Back Rub
“I’ll keep loving you, by rubbing your sandy back,” Sea, said to warm Beach.
Rowan FinleyPublished about a month ago in PoetsHarmonic Fusion
In the realm of music's vast expanse, A new frontier awaits our dance. Not mere notes upon the page, But a symphony of a different age.
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsQuicksand
Ancient, rippled land Soft, but deep below, a crack Home of gritty sand
Murders in the Woods
Murders abound on Earth’s death Under and above her skin Reaching every dying breath Driven for another spin Every prayer remains mute
Patrick M. OhanaPublished about a month ago in Poets