nature poetry

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

Honey Tongue
Honey tongued, you speak to me. The descriptions of your activities in lush amber tones drift through the air; every worker bee is envious.
By Laura DiNovis Berry8 years ago in Poets
Body
Let the world carry my soul away For I know I’ll be back some day Never told a soul I wanted to stay Cast me off to sea Bubbling, churning, yearning
By sunny boy8 years ago in Poets
Home
Wisteria grows slow, up and up Gripping cracked cobble Twisting and whipping against warm wild air Like uncombed strands of head hair.
By sunny boy8 years ago in Poets
Forest of Love
Oh forest of beauty and grace thank you for the energy you deliver straight to my soul. As I sit and be still I am reminded
By Morgan Leigh Callison8 years ago in Poets
Living Essence
The crevasse of bioluminescence Is seeking a convergence A pointed refurbished Purpose of devoted essence The man tends his crops
By Samuel Noble8 years ago in Poets
Pele's Creation
Days went by, no action to take To watch in despair, the island in dismay Pele’s wrath, the sight of beauty Enticed, allured, charming
By Steven Manner8 years ago in Poets
A Seasons Alike A Seasoning
First spring came to warm the day, Colorful flowers and all the plants sprang. To last forever and never fade away, When colors bloomed and birds song rang!
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Poets
Rabbit Holes
I've always tried to find the hidden doors to other worlds, and this poem is a reflection on one of those. Rabbit Holes The water’s surface mirrors
By Emilia Dunaway8 years ago in Poets
A Castle That Be
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets
Home
I like it sweet, like maple syrup Straight from the trees, washed down with hyssop. I’d drink it from a water fountain It feels like home here in the mountains.
By Veronica Fernandez8 years ago in Poets
Lurid Weather
For the mountain was a foggy bliss, like nights of a perilous kiss, so soul connected in an emotion never rejected, but only missed - When the nights were parted like an oblivious wish.
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets
Deluge
Rain drops topple themselves above me Serenading me with their sweet departure Remnants dwindle into my skin Dissolving themselves forsakenly
By la petite8 years ago in Poets