nature poetry

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

Kendall Earl3 months 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 D3 months 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...
Sapphire Ravenclaw3 months ago
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 Brown3 months 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 Brown3 months 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 Gacinski3 months 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...
Autumn Brown3 months 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 Reuter4 months 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 Martello4 months 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- Amour4 months 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 Consolo4 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 Greager4 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 Johnson4 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 ...
Jennine Donier4 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 Donier4 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 Blanco4 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. NATASHA4 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...