nature poetry

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

Skies
Blue and white clouds dance in the sky like children on a rainy day. The ideas of happiness seem so clear to those below.
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
Lavender Lover
Lavender Lover This is your Rose Let me love you For as long as you grow Be careful of my thorns I don't want them to show
By Ecarg Nosive8 years ago in Poets
Poetry
Poetry is my reprieve; it can encapsulate the emotions that other forms of expression glide over. It has the capacity to inspire, to intrigue, and to alleviate stress and pain.
By Charlotte Gray8 years ago in Poets
Moon
Brightest light that will guide me to where I must go. The creeping shadows all but a blur. Whispers and howls all encased
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
Lizard or Horned Toad?
This creature pictured above is of an uncommon lizard species called a horned toad, I think she looked funny, I picked her up off of the road,
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Poets
We Are the World
This water has traveled farther than me, Has existed longer than me, Is more tired than me, but It keeps on pushing its waves at me
By Ecarg Nosive8 years ago in Poets
Singing in Thunder
Sometimes I hear myself singing. It can be anywhere. My body starts to hum foreign melodies over my skin. Goosebumps prickle into symphonies and pirouettes beneath each hair. Legs start to shake with the heavy thrum of sound that gyrate in each vein. Oxygen floods to my head and the silence is something each nerve dances to and breathes off.
By Chloe Jade8 years ago in Poets
Bathing in the Grass
Vibrations from the amp lazing beside us match the ones emitting from the giggles brewing in our guts. The sun plays with us, bouncing off pink and brown shoulders—teasing, mocking, flirting with us. We smile back at her, with eyes cast down.
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Life
It's only when I frame you into language that the nonsense starts. Until then, you are the ant tickling your way across my ankle
By Leigh Macfarlane8 years ago in Poets
Please (Don't) Stop
I've learned to see beautyin the grander things,in nature, in people,leaving room for no emotion.I've found a way to turnoff my heart from things thatseem trivial, important, vital,harmful. I purged my minduntil only goals and plans remained,achieve alone,no one else allowed inbecause there is no one left to care.I've exhausted all possibilities.I am on my own. But you camealong and messed up my world.It wasn't sudden. I fought,I guess, or I was just ignorantto my heart still yearningto be touched, to be kissed, to bedesired in even the most sinful ways.It was gradual, fun and jokes,long talks and stories,until somehow you becamethe beauty in the grander things,in nature, in people,filling everything with emotion.
By Kristina Tingler8 years ago in Poets
Home
I found God on 107,on the tight steep turns terrifyingand satisfying to complete.Towering trees, cloaked in sharp greens,supported with eternal brown.The wind and roarof driving too fastencouraged the danger,daring me to mess up,to go over, to end it all.Would it be an accidentor a dream come true?I found God in the silenceof my thoughts, everything emptyand begging to be filled,too afraid to ask.Desperation is a way of lifebut loneliness is the choice.I found God when I foundmyself. The wooded surroundingstook me in and spit me out.The heavens called outin a voice of a stormto guide me home.I am home.
By Kristina Tingler8 years ago in Poets
Street Lights
Hiding in the darkness of the night, you'll see me sitting under the street lights. Hands in the midnight dew of the cold wet grass.
By steph - anie8 years ago in Poets