nature poetry

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

The Wise Old Toad
In the grassy clearing In the middle of the trees The mist is like a blanket Over all there is to see. The rays of a golden sunrise
By TYC20 minutes ago in Poets
Laying Stones #2
Stones piled in rings 'round Roots, seeds, stumps, shrubs, herbs, flowers. No fence; we make do.
By Jennifer A. G.about 5 hours ago in Poets
Laying Stones #1
Rocks gathered and set: Makeshift garden. No fence, but We lay stones like walls.
By Jennifer A. G.about 5 hours ago in Poets
Even in Darkness
Even in darkness, there’s light. It hides behind mountains and dying trees. It takes its time to rise but its presences
By Dean Traylorabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Empty Vase
I'm sitting here on this shelf, Disgusted and embarrassed with myself! My owner says I'm pretty, But I'm feeling kind of ugly.
By Carol Ann Townendabout 8 hours ago in Poets
My Son Gifted Me a Rock
My little son gave me a rock today, nobody dares call it meaningless, for I know it's worth. He is mere 3.5 in age,
By Seema Patelabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Waves
Gently rolling waves, Echoes of once-stormy seas, Come to rest on shore.
By Mark Stoneabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Spring Needs to Get Here Now
The first breath I draw outside each day is freezing. I'm craving spring warmth.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
I Was a Fire Child
Fixated on flames, my tiny thumb, ash coated, always finding wicks.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Infestation
At least one a day Feel it descend on the room Toss a book on it K.B. Silver Winter and spring here in Tahoe mean finding spiders in your house. Lots of them. I am looking forward to them moving back out!
By K.B. Silver about 16 hours ago in Poets
Tahoe Blue
Soul deep and sight wide Tahoe blood‘s blue as water Shades unlimited K.B. Silver
By K.B. Silver about 16 hours ago in Poets
It Thaws
Crimson lights pierces through my shield, Headlights flicker in melted snowdrops, Tires crackle on broken ice— Ocular watershow.
By Ryhana Shevonabout 17 hours ago in Poets