nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Marvin Contemplates The Squirrel
Marvin wandered through the woods, Examining life's meaning, Why Nature is so ripe with goods, Why Mankind is so seamy;
Daniel SullivanPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Glory
In the hallowed halls where dreams take flight, Where champions rise in the heat of the fight. A symphony of triumph, a chorus bold, Where stories of valor are proudly told.
Ann-Marie MartinPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFinding Home on Four Lakes
Thank you for those Blossoms you planted Calls of having a place In this city of Four Lakes Here they plant pink petals
Praises to the lips
Hidden under the covers, Pink the flesh . Pink the lovers. Sethe as a bud waits to be bloom, Touch through the fingers, Long caresses short lingers.
Sayaam HarzPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy Love With Her Crystal Stare
I have a lady, she is fair; her stare a crystal gaze And why looking deep into her eyes would trap you in amaze If milk and honey were under her tongue
Josephis K. WadePublished 2 months ago in PoetsMarch
Comes in like a lion Roaring Blowing hard enough To take limbs down With the wind that will Cut right through you Taking your breath away
Mother CombsPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSunshine Serenade: A Melody of Love
In fields of gold, where sunbeams dance, Amidst the morning's sweet romance, The sunlight weaves its golden thread, Love's warmth upon our hearts is spread.
Sapling Symphony
In the heart of a bustling city, Where concrete jungles reign, There blooms a garden of wonder, Tucked away from the mundane.
Raj’s VocalPublished 2 months ago in PoetsArboreal Abundance
In the orchard of life, where trees stand tall, Fruits ripe and ready for us all, A symphony of colors, a feast for the eyes, Nature's bounty, a sweet surprise.
Raj’s VocalPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMythAtlas
Introduction I thought I would write a villanelle based on thoughts about mythical and lost lands and places. There are so many, so these are just a few, and obviously the villanelle form will repeat lines but I want it to feel like an adventure in words.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 months ago in PoetsLove Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poets