nature poetry

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

Skydiving in Vermont
As my legs breach past the door of the little plane that seems to be held together by duct tape, I hesitate. My feet shoot right, as the wind dictates my control
By Erin Winans8 years ago in Poets
Buffalo Heart
The cry of the buffalo, The creed of the plains The warm shining sun And the cold falling rain On this beautiful day, All is made silent
By Orli Juarez8 years ago in Poets
Transition
As I sit here, I am reminded to listen to the trees. To feel the pulse of their breath within my bones. To watch the shimmer of their existence as the leaves turn to vibrant hues of red, orange, yellow, gold, purple, and some, even black, before they disengage from the source of their being to drift on the currents of the wind, spiraling to rest on the ground.
By Heather Climer8 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Me Part 2
One of the purest gifts is the one of unconditional support. Maybe it's because I desire the same, that I can project everything I've been taught. If you give me the chance to help you, about life I will retort, and aid you before you feel to hurt yourself as a last resort.
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Natural Form of Books
In my hands, I hold trees. What once stood in forests somewhere unknown, now reduced to thin wisps which I cradle and cherish.
By Erin Winans8 years ago in Poets
Our Grandmother
Your body is gone, But your soul remains, In a thousand little places. Your laughter echoes from the beaks of crows, And your idle chatter from every blue jay.
By Salena Rowe8 years ago in Poets
In the Beginning
In the beginning, two creatures lived side by side. The goddess was life and the god was power. They were perfect. Each day, she looked upon his face and bathed in his warmth. She twisted and grew in every direction just to touch him. He held her up as if she weighed nothing. He gave her the strength and comfort she needed.
By Anna Holland8 years ago in Poets
Hear the Trees
I glance over at the trees, As if they are a part of me, Spreading their branches so wide, I can hardly see up towards the sky.
By Nichole Bowker8 years ago in Poets
Seasonal Affective Disorder
I long for days of falling leaves crisp air and blazing sunsets crunching footsteps and comfy blankets I crave for the bite of winter air
By Jessica Lankford8 years ago in Poets
My Neighbor’s Mango Tree
The sun sits in a half-slumber Tucked-in tightly at a more than decent hour behind Cumulus and cumulonimbus pillows That, to the mortal eye, are softer than any Egyptian cotton sheets
By RH Fowler8 years ago in Poets
The Perfect Blue Sky on a Perfect Day
Amazing blue sky gazing down, Blooming flowers of many reaching to greet, Clouds floating by like cotton candy slowly falling across a silk blue gown,
By Shelly Bartley8 years ago in Poets
Song of the Wind
Upon the high cliffs of rock where The worlds of land and sea meet With cornflowers tangled in her hair A girl wakes from her shrouded sleep
By K8 years ago in Poets