nature poetry

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

Fields of Heather. Top Story - January 2018.
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend, Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend. Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore,
By Holly Bushnell8 years ago in Poets
Environmental Literature Journal Entry #1
The lake is frozen over, still. There is snow covering it. No footprints, tracks. Nothing. Completely blank. Sun is bright. Sky is blue, with clouds hovering low to the ground. Cars are going down the road. Everything seems normal on campus. Grass coming through the snow. Trees are bare.
By alexandria Urrutia8 years ago in Poets
Three; Simplistic Number of Love
Came in three, a lovely number, the simplistic number of love. Alencia, Arsaiya, Maarea and the mother of Love; Arlyinia Sarai.
By The Lonely Possum8 years ago in Poets
The Man with the Crow Feather
Like a murmured tune from an obscure song he's buried in the crevices of my memory. His face merely a flicker, an ember, burning from a secondhand fire, alighting my mind.
By Rachel Moretti8 years ago in Poets
Take a Break
Hard to run away from everyday life, Picture what brings you peace of mind? I can't wait to be out on the dock, Where we went fishing on,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
The Mystic Question
“Is it this?" was asked by me as if not knowing she grinned Far from the distance a hoot from the unsettled owl seemed to percolate through our veins
By Arghya Banerjee8 years ago in Poets
As the Sun Hits My Sunflower
Sunflower would you stay through rain and snow? Although the light may dim, I hope to keep You near my heart. Against my breast I know
By Spencer Barrett8 years ago in Poets
What Is Beauty
Beauty is the red sun protruding through the darkness of the night Beauty is the water mirroring the sun early morning glow
By Alejandra Gutierrez8 years ago in Poets
Children of Night
I am the Night Child, the girl who drank the moon You fear you’ll never see me again, but I will roll back soon The night is dark and full of terrors, but look up, I say
By Tessa Elisabeth8 years ago in Poets
Look Around
A modest look around An innocent bystander perceives The irreversible damage we’ve done. While we act as though we’re shocked
By Taylor O'Lynn8 years ago in Poets
It's Everything
It’s everything. It’s a piece of dirt, it’s a clump of mud, it’s a mound of rubble, it’s a knoll, it’s a hill, it’s a mountain, it’s a volcano, it’s a precipice.
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
Nature Caressing Me
The earth below my feet grounded me. I was connected to the trees through the roots in the ground beneath my body. The wind brushing against my ears and skin, softly playing through my hair. It gave me a hug as it disintegrated me into air. The loud beauty of the rushing water could be heard from the lake nearby. No flowers around me, but I didn't mind. There were tall green trees instead. Only one bird could be heard. Hypnotized by its song, I followed and found a red jay. My eyes glued to it, until it flew away. If only I could perfectly explain how I see everything, but the words could only flow through the sensation of nature caressing me.
By Ophelia Jade8 years ago in Poets