nature poetry

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

Dexter Watches TV
Dex leaps up to swat the birds and squirrels eating nuts, his blond tail wagging /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ ↯ ______________Bolt⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about 4 hours ago in Poets
Dear February,Teach Me Softness
Dear February, teach me softness... not the kind that breaks, but the kind that bends without losing its shape. Teach me how to be gentle
By Muhammad Haroon khanabout 6 hours ago in Poets
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes
The Eagle With Hungry Eyes The eagle watched with hungry eyes, above the hills where silence lies. It scanned the earth in cold detail,
By Marie381Uk about 8 hours ago in Poets
Trace
Tracing lines across A sky so cerulean Hungry swallows dart
By Alyssa Mussoabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Capture
Catch the glowing light Within your delicate threads Weaver of the air
By Alyssa Mussoabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Holding Pattern
We stood at the edge of the quiet, where the air forgot how to move. The tide kept practising our names, as if repetition might make us real.
By Emilie Turnerabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Dear Groundhogs...
Note: some of you do not celebrate Groundhog Day (every February 2nd). You might be familiar with Candlemas Day (European inspiration for the event). If the groundhog in question sees its shadow on a sunny day, six more weeks of winter; if not, an early spring. And our rodents - starting with Willy and Pete (there are others) - have different prognostications above and below our borders. Nice.
By Kendall Defoe about 11 hours ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetryabout 12 hours ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetryabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Flytrap
I dream of botanicals Your metabolic processes with their Viridian pigments absorb light, sustain life Delicate tendrils of underestimated strength, create beauty and wonder
By vibrant ghostabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Orange
Late-night phone conversation with my ex, who doesn’t believe in soulmates, fate, or anything that can’t be explained or measured.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 15 hours ago in Poets
S Q U I R R E L
Chasing a fleeting union, two squirrels leap from branch to limb. A playful pursuit of continuation until the dying day grows dim.
By Kale Sinclairabout 16 hours ago in Poets