nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Blossoms of the Moon Lily
In the velvet darkness of the night, Under the silver glow of the moon, Blooms a flower of ethereal grace, A sight that makes the heart swoon.
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsMammals
In forests deep and grasslands wide, Mammals roam with noble pride. From the mighty lion's regal mane, To the gentle deer in woodland domain.
Strawberries, Apples and Dirt
I feel the hot summer sun shining on my face as I gently step into my granny's garden. I'm here for two things; one sweet and delicious and one tart and sour.
Lindsey AltomPublished about a month ago in PoetsWhispers of Wonder
In a world of wonder, where dreams take flight, A tapestry of beauty, bathed in golden light. From sunrise to sunset, nature's vibrant hues,
Navjot KaurPublished about a month ago in PoetsYou-8
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Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poets'Love in the Stars'
In the vast expanse of the starry night, Love takes on many forms, shining bright. Each twinkling star, a unique display,
Elefty Erika SiamaPublished about a month ago in PoetsMysterious beauty
In the quiet of the night, when the moon shines bright, I am mesmerized by its gentle light, A mysterious beauty, a celestial sight, It fills my soul with wonder and delight.
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsBird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsDestruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsYou-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsHarmony Unveiled
In a world where chaos reigns, And discord echoes through the plains, There lies a thread of hope untamed, A unity yet to be claimed.
Raj’s VocalPublished about a month ago in PoetsWords
Words, yes what you and we all write, think, and everything belongs to words, they born, grow and die, also they teach, flow, fly,
P.A.Vinura JayasankaPublished about a month ago in Poets