nature poetry

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

Serendipity
I hear the lapping of the water against the rocks. The breeze off the lake fills my senses. The winter sun is trying to peak out from behind the clouds. Running my fingers over the pebbles, letting my senses take over.
By Cait Bailey8 years ago in Poets
Nearly Spring—Nearly
Morning milky meadows bow and dance extended in ecstasy drugged from earth's mixed flesh beside tumbling circus streams
By terry simmons8 years ago in Poets
Red Trees
Red Trees Projection of thoughts; time slips by underfoot like time-lapse photography terrain. The sun implodes, a clear illumination in its place,
By Michael Ugulini8 years ago in Poets
Flora and Finn...and How They Came to Be
Flora, a feisty young thing of just three, is the sister to Finn, a lad, with more energy than a jumping flee. Finn, that bright blue-eyed thing, is the spitting image of his father,
By ‘Licia Cee8 years ago in Poets
Trees
Trees will dance sorrounding you. There will be no escape, nor you seek one. The branches will grow and they'll protect you.
By Arturo Herman8 years ago in Poets
Ice Storm
Ice Storm Suburban streets awaken with the crunch of tires cracking ice and shifting snow. The dog walkers are few and far between.
By Michael Ugulini8 years ago in Poets
Spring of the Past
Spring of the Past Oh, how I do miss the days of spring Petals reaching towards the sun Life, depending on each stretch
By Elizabeth Daniel8 years ago in Poets
Alpha
Alpha supreme leader of the pack, hunting instincts become immaculate. Senses heightened beyond intelligence. Rate of success, in different elements.
By Jeremiah Munoz8 years ago in Poets
Winter White Queen
Gliding through the pine trees Flying up in the air Swirls of love are painted on a blanket of snow Faeries land on the powdery branches
By Mattie M.8 years ago in Poets
Belong
I belong to this earth. My lungs belong to the wind that fills them. My feet belong to the ground that holds me upright.
By cookie foot8 years ago in Poets
Clear Waters
Oh my stifled spirit, discarded longings of my soul. Searching for the love, but the pain it takes it toll. Wish we were together
By Eva Black8 years ago in Poets
Environmental Literature Journal Entry #4
I'm not sitting in a spot or walking. I am in a hybrid spot. I am in the passenger side of the car. As much as it is not the best place to reflect, I am compelled to speak about the feeling and deep connection I am experiencing.
By alexandria Urrutia8 years ago in Poets