nature poetry

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

Dmitri C.2 years ago
Tree
I expected this to be a quick jaunt into the forest, but I got drawn in by the beauty of nature. I take a deep breath, the crisp scent of petrichor present in the air. As I exhale, I look towards a tr...
Alexa Schopfer2 years ago
Her Voice
As you listen to the silence, You find true noise. The gentle breeze entices the shuffling of the branches. They sway themselves against one another Collectively dancing to the rhythm of the wind. The...
Fred Hermes2 years ago
The Man Who Sang with the Dead
Through green iron gates, stands he, spearing from the ground. Giant mother shades the grass, tombs of stone protrude through the moss, and I sit and listen to the man that sings with the dead, Shaded...
Teyana Jackson2 years ago
Nightly Ritual
Night tore the dress off of Day, and when Dusk ducked below the mountain curves of her horizon, I watched the stars burst from between her lilting hips. Seams slipped into wet shadows and white clouds...
Teyana Jackson2 years ago
Cosmic
I have seen galaxies burst into existence, burning towers of stars crashing through dirt-floor blackness and up into the arms of a purple sky, exultant. And I have seen them just as swiftly wither and...
A. R. Ambrosi2 years ago
Petrichor
There's something magical about rain The way it falls in silver darts Like diamond drops They adorn my hair like a queen's jewels They rinse me of all things mundane But that's not even the magical pa...
A. R. Ambrosi2 years ago
Celestial Dance
Sometimes I wake up in the night When I know I should be sleeping And somewhere in the distance I think I can hear music Sometimes I go back to sleep But usually, wonder and curiosity fill me And I ma...
Serrena Gragg2 years ago
FireFly
In my window, Blinked a little ball of light. I wonder what it sees in me, I wonder if it's right. Little tiny lighting bug, Blinking in my window. Why is it you blink at me? What makes me so special?...
Katrina Thornley2 years ago
Life's Rerun
Life is mass- A running tape, Of collected images, Sunsets to sunrise-- Nightmare Through daydream sweat. A collection Of dust, dirt, seed Pressed-composed Until...Explosion! In whirlwind Of magical B...
Courtney Schmale2 years ago
Mother Nature
SHE WAS the type of girl who could not only heal you with her words but with her touch, her tongue, her entire being. Just being near her felt like a healing I didn’t deserve. Mother nature had that e...
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E.Y.C. Valdez2 years ago
The Wilderness
I want to find myself lost again once more, dear friends lost in that marvelous wilderness. Once in a time long ago, way back when I would consistently walk through it, this untamed, wilderness. Every...
Janna Thompson2 years ago
The Sapling's Efface
Look at the world give away...... What once was indispensable now buckles under the sly sting of sorrow’s kiss. When the earth leapt with joyous noise, A Vibrant life, Now all fades, Fades to death, T...
Rachel G2 years ago
Nature Poems
I'm walking on the beach, With my feet in the sand. I hear the waves crashing to shore. When I'm walking on the beach, There are people and children building Sand castles and having fun. During my wal...
galaxus imprum2 years ago
An Ode to a Coyote Friend
Simple creature, tired beast, You wonder through the wood to feast To there and yonder, beyond the stars Your fur glistens through the bleak dark Whisking through the trees like a ghost Your tail swin...
The Weight of the Sun
I held the sun in my hands when it fell It was my job to do it, so I did Suddenly there was nothing left to sell But I was only a kid, just a kid Every night, the sun would burn in my hand Its light w...
Amber M2 years ago
The Slug
The Slug Slime, sliding, sludge-like; words that all describe a slug Yet, that is how it feels, How it seems to be in this mental hole And yet again, in reality, It is going by decently fast It will b...
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Noah Rodriguez2 years ago
Among Roses
When I searched inside even the deepest part I saw that my heart held only intricately woven roses a lattice of thorns and I couldn’t grasp whether to mourn or to marvel at the gentle, yet fragile pur...
Taylor Titi2 years ago
Leaves
I remember the leaves falling They were so beautiful Walking through the woods with your hand in mine I could feel the cold breeze coming in I pulled my jacket around me As you pulled me to you We wer...