nature poetry

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

Going Home
Dirt, sand, gravel, tar roads and rivers, slowly winding trails clouds, winds, stirring grass, tasks mountains full of beauty, and tracks
By Pippa Ramirez8 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Beach
Above the tide - line the grey rocks are splashed with close growing lichen. Beneath them are the vivid orange-brown and sienas of wracked weeds.
By Aaliyah Shaw8 years ago in Poets
The Beach
I feel we all have this place.. this location.. the destination we would eventually like to get to. In the end of it all.. Will we ever get there? are we ready to reach our final destination? Do we know what our final destination really entails?
By Kyah Davina8 years ago in Poets
The Flies In The Yard
My reflection reminds me where I am Who I am And how the two do not belong together The flies in the yard remind me of the tabanos
By Carter Ward8 years ago in Poets
Mechanical Monsters
The drive City to city Only about 20 minutes Although long for observation Everyone sees through different eyes Different perspectives
By Joanna Blair8 years ago in Poets
The Appreciation of Luna
Who comes to mind? think of who is always with us no matter how alone we may feel. The energy we are given when it hits quarter past three and the world around you is still...
By Kyah Davina8 years ago in Poets
It's Rain
The rain is like an escape from all the happiness. It doesn’t matter if it's real, if you’re in it, or if you’re listening to it
By Ruben Ortiz8 years ago in Poets
Earth
A sleep so deep She can’t awaken The ground beneath you slightly shaken What once was given, now is taken She has been forsaken.
By Falsity Jones8 years ago in Poets
Starlight to Sunlight
As I wait here trapped by the moon's harsh night I stare and pray for a break of light. For night is cold and oh so dark Where evil lurks and stares do mark,
By Christina Holmes8 years ago in Poets
Rays
The world is a crazy place they say Deaths and despair have become a norm today So I pack my bags and I head to a place where my worries can slowly drift away
By D8 years ago in Poets
The First Year
The tragic air of someone you love, Expels the fiery and watery deaths, And instead attracts a much simpler end. Missing the first light
By Callum Foulds8 years ago in Poets
Wildflower
I'm a wildflower growing among the weeds. They choke me with their snares, I'm left heaving for air. I see the field in the distance. The valley of extravagant colors, swaying in the wind. I hear their songs, the melody is light with laughter and freedom. The field of wildflowers, where I belong.
By Rhianna Quanstrom8 years ago in Poets