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| Nature Poems: 1-10 of 243 | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | I Am | | i am a flower and have prickles i wonder if i'm strong i hear the wind i see the rain i want to let go of all my pain i am a .......... | This is me | | free as the wind that blows through the trees, active as the buzzing of the energetic bees, wild as the flowers that grow in the field, but as .......... | when beauty walks by | | beauty walks by like an angel in the sky loved and cherished its a walk to remember when beauty comes by caring for others more than herself people love her peaceful and calm she is its a walk to remember when beauty walks by dark clouds loom over cities .......... | Dark Over the Valley | | Stars twinkle in the night Over valley low As sunlight slips over the hills And loses golden glow The moon half full shines to the right Over valley deep Casting off its drowsy spell And putting us to sleep Making bats awake to swoop Over valley dim .......... | Quintessence | | ....... floating across the sky. in her autumns, her laughter causes the trees to sway. golden leaves begin falling to the ground one by .......... | A Summer Night In Mississippi | | ....... fragrance of magnolia blossoms, drifts sweetly thru the air. willow trees dance eerily. old hoot owls stop and stare. soft .......... | Chickadee | | Boreal forest quietly stands. Dry freezing air hurts. Harsh winter of the north. But silence is broken with A sudden sound. "Chicka-de-de-dee!" It's a flock of chickadees. There they are, Hopping and pecking and Singing their song. .......... | colors | | Three shades of red A hint of orange A splash of yellow All fading against A mystical blue The clouds at once Were the purest of white Appear to be on fire, Now glow in a silver lining. Just for a moment it Sends me to tranquility...... Just .......... | COLORS OF THE RAINBOW | | the colors of the rainbow are so beautiful they gleam in the sky so bright all colors from red to blue they seem to unite and hold hands .......... | Frustration | | I have walked through the wilderness with no wings yet the stars keep twinkling sometimes, I am scourged by the cold starlit heaven the pain dreary and my sore heart weary this soul speaks of a storm with an axe deep into its roots and the pain is like a salty stream .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | | Nature Poems: 1-10 of 243 |
Nature at its best described through POETRY!
John Muir
understood the majestic quality of nature in poetry, “I only
went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till
sundown, for going out, I found, I was really going in.” In
life’s constant drama and movement it is hard to stop and enjoy
the beauty of nature but through nature poems imagery flows from
the pages into our soul. Nature poetry is known for its quality
of bringing one’s mind and spirit closer to reality and makes us
stop and appreciate life itself. Life
poetry forces us to introspect into our being and better
understand ourselves as individuals in the broader spectrum of
events of the world and in humanity in nature.
Love poems bring the natural need
for love and companionship.
Inspirational poems will sometimes use lessons that nature
gives us to learn about life. Nature poems enlighten us to our
inner most souls and natural being and illuminate us to what
nature has to offer…life.
Nature Poetry:
The poetry you will find here reflects on the beauty and power of nature. Poems about the destruction of Hurricanes and Tsunamis, the wonder of the seasons, the joys of observing wild animals in their natural habitat. Sunrise and sunset, the sun and the moon, the decay of Fall, the rebirth of Spring, the long days of Summer, the snow covered world of Winter.
Touched by Nature:
The writers of these poems all have accomplished the unusual. They have stopped to notice what we tend to ignore. They have stopped to smell the roses, and the smell has changed them. Nature is happening all around us, it begs to be described in prose and poetry. These poets have shared with us how nature has touched them.
Has nature touched you?
When was the last time that you watched a sunset or reveled in
the beauty of the natural world that surrounds us? Perhaps you
also have the talent to write a poem about nature. Take a moment
to look around you. Open yourself up and appreciate what a
beautiful world we live in. Then take a pen and write your
feelings down on paper.
Free Poetry Competitions, enter your best nature poetry for a chance to win our free poetry competition, read poetry about nature. Poetry about the outdoors, poems about the Spring, Fall, Summer and Winter. Poems about pets, animals, beauty, scenery, beaches and trees. All kind of poetry about nature.
White Oak Press Free Poetry Contest
Enter Your Nature Poem In Our Poetry Contest!
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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