Nature Poems Archives - Every Day Poems

Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega

Born in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, Konstantin studies British & American Literature and Creative Writing at The University of Kent in Canterbury, England.

The End of Winter by Adrian Slonaker

Adrian Slonaker works as a copywriter and copy editor in St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada. Adrian's work has appeared in Aberration Labyrinth, Squawk Back, The Bohemyth, Queen Mob's Tea House, Pangolin Review and others.

Feathers in Motion by Brianna Ricotta

Anxiety creates a motion of feathers that creates a stifling flow in her body. And then a rush of air caught in her chest, and will not dissipate.

The Last Folk Singer by David Lohrey

David Lohrey grew up in Memphis. He graduated from U.C., Berkeley. His plays have appeared in the UK, Switzerland, Croatia and, most recently, in Estonia. They are available online at Proplay (CA).

Mindful at Seven by Taylor Winchell

Taylor Winchell was born and raised in San Diego, California. He received a BS from UC Berkeley and an MS from CU Boulder. He currently works as a water resources engineer, focusing on development planning in the Southeast Asia region. His writing has appeared in KQED Public Radio, The Jetset Times, The Boulder Weekly, and the journal of Geophysical

to the bird who flew into my screen door and begged me to end its life by Ralph Bousquet

Ralph Bousquet is a poet and musician from Cape Cod, Massachusetts. His poems have been published in Ponder Review and The Reader. He attends New York University and lives in Brooklyn.

Solo Cliff Climbing by James Gering

I have been an avid writer of short stories and poems for many years. In 2005, I completed an MA in fiction with honours at Macquarie University, Sydney. A number of my stories

EGGS by Ted Mc Carthy

Ted Mc Carthy is a poet and translator living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. He has had two collections published, 'November Wedding', and 'Beverly Downs'.

Khor Virap by Alex Vartan Gubbins

Alex Vartan Gubbins was born in Chicago. He has a BA in African Languages and Literature from UW Wisconsin and an MFA from Northern Michigan University. He was the recipient of the 2014 Witter Bynner Translation Grant and a finalist in the North American Review's 2015 James

The Moon by Natalie Crick

Natalie Crick, from Newcastle in the UK, has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. She graduated from Newcastle University with a degree in English Literature

Poinsettias by Larry D. Thomas

Larry D. Thomas, a member of the Texas Institute of Letters, served as the 2008 Texas Poet Laureate. He has published several award-winning collections of poetry.

3:01am by Carl Scharwath

Carl Scharwath's work has appeared internationally with over fifty published poems and seven short stories. He won the National Poetry Contest award on behalf

Illuminated by Todd Wilson

Todd Wilson lives in Cameroon, West Africa. He is struck by the authenticity of the ordinary and the unifying power of spoken verse, and the status it maintains outside of the west

Birthplace of the Resistance by Clara Challoner Walker

Clara Challoner Walker, the mother of two grown up children, cast aside the corporate life in January this year, to become a writer. She divides her time between Yorkshire and The Charente, locations which have so far inspired a novel, several poems and a couple of short stories. She has four cats, loves knitting and reading.

Along the Dock by BZ Niditch

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:

Atokad Park: 1983 by Jeff Streeby

Jeff Streeby earned his MFA in Poetry from Gerald Stern’s program at New England College in New Hampshire. His poetry has appeared in Ginosko, Southwest American Literature, Los Angeles Review

Astronomy by JW Mark

JW Mark is a poet living in Stow, Ohio. His work has appeared in The Ampersand Review, Eunoia Review, The Midwest Literary Magazine, flashquake, and The North Chicago Review.

Wind Chimes by Chaz Van Heyden

Raised indifferently in a callous city in the East; made my way back to the West from which I was torn from my father very early in life. Thought the thoughts of a

Afternoon in February by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is rare for us to publish a classic poem these days. We would like to more often. Being the end of February and just coming out of a very cold spell, we are happy to see the sun. Longfellow was born in February, so it just seemed like a good idea.

Messages by R. Bremner

R. Bremner has worked as a cab driver, a truck unloader, a computer programmer, and a bank vice-president. He has published in International Poetry Review, Inclement, Turbulence, Screech, Poets Online

New York Haiku by Ken Gaertner

Ken Gaertner has published poetry in numerous magazines and have eight plays produced in NYC and elsewhere.

Empires by Mike Ambrose

She is like a boy becoming a man,

Goldfish by Brian Wake

UK (Liverpool) born Brian Wake has published eight books of poetry over some forty years. He has been published in literary magazines and journals all over

Lady of the Evening by Jack Peachum

by Jack Peachum She’s in her beauty tonight– and how lovely– luminous, riding high, dressed in her best yellow gown, playing the part of doting girlfriend– peeking down shyly from…

Makers of the Moon by Rick Wilcok

From what I could gather, the sunset had disappeared No golden slivers shaking across the depths

Nocturne by Sheila Luna

Sheila Luna studied poetry and nonfiction writing at Arizona State University. Her work has appeared in Sotto Voce Magazine and she is currently writing a memoir

The Nephew Nature Trail by Marianne MacRae

A cartoonish stop, your magpie eye caught

It Gets Late Before It Gets Dark by Whitney Walters

I wait for the rain.

Aubade by Molly Kirschner

Molly Kirschner is a rising sophomore at Bennington College; she studies literature and drama. She is an avid poet, author, dramatist, and journalist, who has been published

At Plata del Mar by R. Joseph Capet

If whales could drop acid before singing, they would sing you?

At The Party by Darrell Lindsey

tequila worm faces dabble in Dali. I depart for deeper woods,

Sunset by Emily Windover

afternoon crumbles into evening citrus splashes across the wooden trees

Sail Over the Rim by Donald Frey

Cast off Embark Throw smart phones

Kepler’s Secret by Benjamin Schneider

Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust, stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.

Prairie by Paul Sammartino

A landscape enormous and wide opens with great remembering:

Hungry Seasons by Evan Warren

If I could speak in any language it would be the one winter flirts with before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.

The Tree Poems by Phil Boiarski

On the fly leaf, I leave words. Implied leaves flutter past, green

In Defense of Ruin by Joshua Converse

I love to see a parking lot being reclaimed by the weeds, when it becomes

Patterns by John Sibley Williams

Down the steep drop-off to sea without plummeting.

At the Confluence and Beyond by Haris Adhikari

Much noise there is when two sprightly streams bump into each other, bringing forth

Refinishing the Round Oak Table by William Doreski

Refinishing the round oak table refinished twenty years ago I stroke the grain so gently the pattern gets under my skin.

A Turning of the Season by Adam Hollingsworth

Just relax, The numbness hits first;

Finding Myself by A. Molotkov

my whale self floats as mountains crouch underneath

Camera Obscura by Peycho Kanev

Light, please initiate me into your occult philosophy. Tell me where you come from when you penetrate a dusty window in the morning and

Your First Ocean by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk

No taller than my knee when you challenge your first ocean.

Child at Tobacco Market by Charlotte Matthews

by Charlotte Matthews Nights I go looking for the whippoorwill but she's not to be found, spotted feathers restless as the cursive letters in my handwriting book. I saw bank…

2 a.m. by Michael Pacholski

by Michael Pacholski so still a hummingbird fluttered only once in its sleep and was hushed by nest-neighbors as the only motorcycle in town zoomed from one junction road to…

For Semimaru by Grace Andreacchi

Twin blossoms bowed by the weight of white beauty

Under a Daylight Moon by Mary Rogers-Grantham

by Mary Rogers-Grantham At noon, a woman plants lilies. She hums, as if expecting someone to join her. The moon is pale, the sunlight pristine, an earthworm pushes through a…

Night’s Brilliance by Dabir Ahmed Shaikh

by Dabir Ahmed Shaikh Stream of consciousness flows on, stars smile on Forms shapes, smiles flit on. Desires fulfilled unfulfilled whirl on. Stars of gloom on the mournful sky haunted…

IV. Dr. Prakash Kumar

A helpless worm on the point of a needle, Wriggling in vain for release,

Spider by John Wright

by John Wright This overcast morning leaf and lawn are drenched in dew-soaked air. My window frames a filigree masterpiece of lilli-pilli pollen buds and scribbling eucalypts. I watch a…

The Lion Pauses by henry 7. reneau, jr.

by henry 7. reneau, jr. Sunday, February 21st standing at the podium, The Audubon Ballroom in Harlem Preachin to the choir & pauses In a moment between tick & tock,…

Things we know by Dave Margoshes

Everybody knows the man in the moon is blue cheese, that dogs keep the sun at bay in winter, that fireflies are the souls of the dearly departed, flickering through

Amsterdam Wide Dreams by Alessandro Cusimano

by Alessandro Cusimano a lovely girl brings home her puppet boyfriend and plays with him the tall convex space appears turquoise draws a sinuous line sensual on the perimeter steeped…

The Last Storm by Brian Lawson

by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned the rain into a water wall. The hail fell as if God had…

Equarium strange by Dr. Narendra Kumar Arya

by Dr. Narendra Kumar Arya Around the lame-lit fogginess Dark figures are swimming They have the heads Eyes too Lips and nose intact as well But faces from their beings…

Hawk by Andrew Demcak

by Andrew Demcak Wings open, wind-carried, an angel's book. Talons ready to change music to that of funeral dirge. Fixer, finder, life-adopter, sailing through cool ether. Mouse, you are not…

Neon on the Outskirts at the Break of Dawn by Allan Safarik

by Allan Safarik Washed out neon in the morning sun like a fish out of water A swift silence follows the odd vehicle travelling through town there are no people…

Poem Found in a Wood by Ian Dudley

by Ian Dudley the low sun turns puddles into sheets of sky indigo where the moon gathers its white and the custard and blood leaves of a cherry tree dying…

Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury

by Brian Drury When the day ends, she goes for a walk. She breathes in the autumn: How the Juniper leaves feel nothing. She remembers walking hand in hand With…

a young dog’s howl in the wind by Ian MacMenamin

waves american trains running through

Silence of the Seabirds by Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.

by Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. Perhaps we were born into water We skim bodies with our eyes Close as a kiss to the glass heart Of these protean seas…

Sparkles with Annie by Chris Lawrence

Chris Lawrence born 64, lives in an English seaside town of West Kirby writes poetry and stories his most recent publication was in Zygote In My Coffee he can be reached on Twitter @clawfish

Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr.

by Henry L. Mortimer Jr. Some animal, some low beast has done me a favor: it tipped over the trash can in the alley early this morning, scattering the contents,…

Preludes by T. S. Eliot

by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps…

Requiescat by Oscar Wilde

by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was…

The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy

by Thomas Hardy To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone, His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. And duly he entreated her…

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po

by Li Po (or Li Bai) Under the flowering trees, with a bottle of wine, I drink alone, for no friend is near. Raising my cup I call the bright…

He is More Than a Hero by Sappho

Sappho the Poet by Sappho He is a god in my eyes-- the man who is allowed to sit beside you -- he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur…

Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray

Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her…

ON THE RIVER by William Vaughn Moody

by William Vaughn Moody The faint stars wake and wonder, Fade and find heart anew; Above us and far under Sphereth the watchful blue. Silent she sits, outbending, A wild…

Mist by Henry David Thoreau

Mist by Henry David Thoreau Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom…

Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor

Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor (1642-1729) Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is this thy play, To spin a web out of thyselfe To Catch a Fly? For…

Fragment by Edwin Arlington Robinson

About Edwin Robinson: Born at Head Tide, Maine, Dec. 22, 1869. Educated at Harvard University. Mr. Robinson is a psychological poet of great subtlety; his poems are usually studies of types and he has given us a remarkable series of portraits. He is recognized as one of the finest and most distinguished poets of our time. He won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.

THE MOON by William H. Davies

According to his own biography, William H. Davies was born in a public-house called Church House at Newport, in the County of Monmouthshire, April 20, 1870, of Welsh parents. He was, until Bernard Shaw "discovered" him, a cattleman, a berry-picker, a panhandler?in short, a vagabond. In a preface to Davies' second book, The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp (1906)