nature poetry

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

Dandelions (Cinquain)
joyful sun, moon, then stars pure childhood innocence outlasting every growing pain wishes
By Tina D. Lopezabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Foxglove
toxic deceitful bloom bouquet of trickery beautiful insincerity false love
By Tina D. Lopezabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Every Person Was Assigned "24 Hours" ------------------------------- ---- I Have No Children, I Need No Food, And Water ------------------- So Now, I Am Awake At 6:39 AM, Just Because I Have A Period, Some Person Is Visiting, Or This Is What "Day" Feels Like ----------- WHO Needs Value, Who Needed To Feel Important, Who Needed A Purpose?
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetryabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Wagon Wheel and Daffodils
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” wrote John Keats in his 1818 poem 'Endymion'. Its words still hold true, always will.
By Seema Patelabout 20 hours ago in Poets
This Is Dedicated To The First Man I "LOVED" -------------------- Who The HE%%^& LL That Is - I'm Laughing Silly, I Swear ......
I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
***** Fake Page Created - Connection: "Embarking" On The January 2025........ Q & A .......With MC - December 2025...
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Luck We Find
They say the luck is in the clover, the fourth leaf hiding from the rest, but I have found it spread wide over the ordinary world and blessed.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
🌌 Would We? 🌌
Would we still chase the rising sun, If shadows ruled the sky? Would hope still hum a gentle tune, Or fade without a cry?
By Jacky Kapadiaa day ago in Poets
We Are the Ones . Top Story - March 2026.
We are the ones who are there when you are down We wait for you when you’re not around We know if you go out, you will always return
By Calvin Londona day ago in Poets
Redbud
zillions of redbuds standing quietly beneath them nothing but blessings. Redbuds are blooming now. What a gorgeous sight. Ephemeral, so all the more beautiful.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
ouroboros, for lunch of course. Content Warning.
imagine feeling everything pangs of infinite gnostic hunger before, after, during learning and knowing em0ti0ns at a b0iling p0int
By ⸘jason alan‽a day ago in Poets
Chrysalis
My words hang, pendants under this poem, attached by a slender thread, in their chrysalis container. * They begin this life barely a caterpillar
By Natalie Wilkinsona day ago in Poets