Mother-nature Poems

Mother-nature poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of mother-nature poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on mother-nature are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Ungrateful

Ungrateful short poem

They give him fruit He hits them with axe. They give him shade He vandalizes the rest. They purify the air For him to breathe in, He sheds their leaves Making them cry within. They give him water To quench

The Beauty Of Winter

The Beauty Of Winter long poem

The cold air seeped down with no heart, What was once a sea of beauty and life, Now had been turned to a grave of white and death, The city had almost all but stopped living too. Morning turned to

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Leave No Note

Leave No Note short poem

Oh love, Oh love Please don’t forget my dying words The Words that seep Through the crevices of your smile Oh love, Oh love How you saw deep through my laugh And Dug deep through the messages I sent to

More Love Is Good

More Love Is Good prose poem

More love is good Life has been good to me with lots of love from everyone I had the most rewarding job in the world fighting for those who cannot defend themselves alone I had great friends that truly appreciated

A Supple Heart

A Supple Heart short poem

I don’t know where to start How to form the words Countless questions, a million thoughts My head is about to hurt Treading along like a smooth sailing boat Or so it seemed from a distance Like a serene view

Love For Eons

Love For Eons short poem

Not for long will they clasp my hands or play with pots and pans not for long will they run to me with a scraped knee not for long will they run to bedside when they hear the brontides the

A New Day

A New Day short poem

Did you see the sun this morning As it slowly woke up the sleepy sky? Did you hear the birds sweet serenade As they quickly flutter by? Did you feel the cool kisses of the breeze On it’s was to

Velvety Return

Velvety Return short poem

Like a dung beetle you were guarding the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away, a grain of ache in my tooth. Why you had to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust? A stone in the heart,

Once When We Were Young

Once When We Were Young prose poem

I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some

The Falling Star

The Falling Star long poem

The falling star !! Twinky twinky tiny star.. Here is the story how you are !! Don’t be shy and give a fly.. As I dive in you and die !! A long away.. Before the 23 years bay.. !!

A Bridge

A Bridge long poem

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

Winter Grip

Winter Grip short poem

Why do you play this trick on us each year oh mother nature dear, The vice like grip of winter chill is worse upon the ear, But first it grabs you round the sides thrust your body up, It needs

Potential Values Solved

Potential Values Solved short poem

Impossible emptying my head of every bent phrase… The misshapen past crooked and crass –unrepentant lunar lit boyhood errant I against your shallow affect denial (my own story you dare edit or silence because every unacknowledged event is one erased

Where Heaven And Earth Meet

Where Heaven And Earth Meet short poem

A stroke of genius like a work of art I can feel it in my heart now a miracle and a dream come true The breaking of bondage like little pieces of glass scattered apart coming back to myself now

Love Keeping Others

Love Keeping Others ballad

If she knew my pen moved The way her lips do Like love keeping others. How my neck leans To the pulse. Words too fast to slow My animal ready Abusing life Skin grows I hope it’s a sweet night

A Home Not A House

A Home Not A House short poem

A home is a place of protection when there are precipitations, a place to cool off from the scorching sun. A place to warm up when it is chilly a place to hide in windy time, a place to seek

The Wonders, Not Wonders

The Wonders, Not Wonders ode

Himalayas, Eiffel tower, water-falls At Nile, the seven geographical And constructive wonders, We had in our childhood texts, Not wonders, they are; just big things; Mountains, water-falls, Eiffel tower, And Great Wall, be erected, more lively; Let it interact with

Lame Duck

Lame Duck short poem

A lame duck re-emerges from water of life, after paying for night of clouds. The sex determines the economy of a nation and democracy writes the future of a man. Who was bankrupt in poor country of rich people? You

Morning

Morning prose poem

Quiet stillness Like the whole world is waiting for something Holding its breath in anticipation As the sun breaks through The once sleepy sky The day waits to begin Until just the right moment When the universe is ready To

I Can’t Forget

I Cant Forget short poem

I can’t forget those long walks Across the roaring sea I can’t forget those pancakes That you specially made for me I can’t forget those cold nights We went through while star gazing I can’t forget those moments We had..they

The Liberty Dreamer

The Liberty Dreamer long poem

Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will Mesmerized by the seemingly limitless opportunities that beckon Within each degree a fountainhead

Winning

Winning short poem

Remember walking through the lonely paths alone? And the depression that made your heart moan? If you developed a determination to only get better; Then darling, you are a winner. Remember the people who laughed at you? And when your

Thoughts For John

Thoughts For John short poem

Sighs for broken skies allow wasted moments down beneath the sands of now to stay up late and shoot the breeze and acquiesce on tearful seas so loud they shroud the better sounds to which they should concede. lonely left

Doesn’t Mean I’ll Die Without You

Doesnt Mean Ill Die Without You short poem

Yes I said, I completely love you, And I said, I totally need you. If that’s what encouraged you, To leave me for the reason I never knew. All I can say is boy shame on you! I truly and

Daily Love

Daily Love short poem

Every day time seemed to fly.. When you clinked the keys, did I realize, That it was time for that goodbye. All I wished is the time to halt or reason enough to stay.. You tapped the boots and took

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

To my husband, with love

To my husband, with love short poem

Each moment that I spend in waiting Counting each second, thinking of you Every moment of love that you framed in my life Every special thing you did for me Each hug, every song you sang to me Each word

Mother… My Ode To You

Mother... My Ode To You short poem

Each time I fall Every moment that I find myself broken Wallowing in sordid pain of yore Tempted to flee, desperate for refuge And fear I’ve reached the end of the tunnel You come to me then, like an angel

Philosophy Of “tea”

Philosophy Of tea short poem

Tea welcomes in the morning the senses start awakening Tea carries a subtle charm the very nature of tea is harmony Tea has properties to invigorate among its other refreshing traits Some teas feature a grassy note of the order

In Love …

In Love ... short poem

If I need to pen… then how do I start ?? Always in mind, together in heart, Wonder if its a dream.. Real virtual just like cream A sweet blush constantly stays.. Glow on the face, says it all You

The Beauty Of A Letter.

The Beauty Of A Letter. short poem

In the art of letter writing, is a hand that writes it, pouring out the heart, through a sea of beautiful feelings, surrendering the soul. It is like an intricately woven lace of intense emotions, across the flowery page, that

Anarchy

Anarchy short poem

Wind prowled. You had a hornet’s sting buried half in your hand. Anaphylactic shock. Translates into night of terror. You hesitate to smile. Midnight blues. You cannot count the stars. Pesky. Stories spread about moon’s pink thighs. An ode to

Shall we dance

Shall we dance ballad

Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.

From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain

Dear Silence

Dear Silence short poem

You have been my greatest friend, Yet always hard to control. I seek you out often and you always heed my call. I can be with you even when everyone is around. When we are together I can mute out

Going Clear

Going Clear short poem

Going to clear my mind, Untangle my thoughts, Be captivated with beauty, all that’s pleasant, enabling. walk with the voice of reason, Enjoy all that’s going well, Push aside what’s stressful. Rest assured with all I am, comforted in my

A Thrilling Blast

A Thrilling Blast short poem

I have a box and that’s for a fact- from which an act is being lead. With scripts of wild puns that overlap, it banters back while remaining intact! Equipped with taunting realizations that retort- with hiss as they push

A Ray Of Sunshine

A Ray Of Sunshine long poem

A ray of golden sunshine reaching in through my kitchen window. As I sit at my handmade round oak table in the pre dawn. Reminiscing. I sense a warm touch on the back of my left hand. Opening my eyes,

The Voices

The Voices prose poem

One haunting night, I traversed alone in a dark and lonely forest. The stars above did their best to guide me, But the canopy of branches blocked their light. The sorrow-filled cries of wolves filled the silence, And my heart

The Troubled Faith

The Troubled Faith short poem

That vertical sink loaded with cargo fraught, with pools of blackened blood burned me. I never arrived at a moot prologue for the journey of dead. The sun turned away in a doubt under a smoked trance of helplessness. Perhaps