nature poetry

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

Snow Storm
I abruptly wake up at a quarter to two, From the sound of snow hitting my window with a crackling sound, I lookout side the wind is blowing so violently
By Jennifer lindquistabout an hour ago in Poets
Wisteria
cascade of purple symbol of love, longevity Japanese name Fuji Wisteria is a legume, and popular for it's pretty purple flowers.
By Seema Patelabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Serendipity of Guava Foraging
Of all fruits, guava is special. My childhood house had many guava trees. They offered us snacks year-round.
By Seema Patelabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Morning hike
Feeling the dirt and rocks under my feet, as I’m climbing up the mountains, legs start to get stronger as I go further up the mountain,
By Jennifer lindquistabout 8 hours ago in Poets
The Serpent’s Path
The Serpent’s Path It moves in silence, beneath the stone. A serpent vast, with endless skin. Its breath is smoke, its eyes are coal.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 10 hours ago in Poets
Chorus
Restless in the night Chorus waiting for the cue The first peeper peeps
By Alyssa Mussoabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Golden Lights
Introduction This is a villanelle and my ninety-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 16 hours ago in Poets
The Beatitudes!
Blessed are the souls who walk in humble light, For heaven opens wide to them in night. Blessed are the ones who weep in silent pain,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 17 hours ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Roses
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 21 hours ago in Poets
I Am Not Pregnant, I Don't Even Like Soup, I Don't Even Like Mashed Potatoes - I Don't Even Like Watermelons, (scoffs)... What !
Okay, a week before last week I heard the baby in my stomach ask for money !? Okay fine, a week before last month I heard the people grumbling about the problems of the child who ran away from home !? Okay fine, I keep hearing that MY child is driving 9,000 steps in the middle of NO - where hoping they end up somewhere !? WHO keeps doing this thing, who keeps asking me for things - I don't have a CLUE about, who keeps doing that !?
By 365poetryabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Faith!
Faith, real Faith, it's all we must to have - the peace in our hearts and strength to be so brave. Faith, real Faith, when paths will starts to wave,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.a day ago in Poets
Birdhouse on Sycamore
a wooden birdhouse hung on a sycamore trunk human kindness Note: One day while hiking on a chaparral trail, I came across a birdhouse hanging from a sycamore tree. It was delightful. Kindness always is
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets