Poems about Nature
Our collection of Poems about Nature for your enjoyment, wonderment and pure relaxation within the environment.
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Poems about Nature
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Natures Calm
The mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hivèd bees
Rest in their honeyed ease;
In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head.
Alcman
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Nothing so rare as a Day in June
Nothing so rare as a day in June,
the air so fine and the blossoms all blue.
The weather just perfect, the skies never gray
The bugs always buzzing and the tree's seem to sway
The sun beats so warmly on the tenderness of my skin,
and the birds..they fly, far away in the wind,
June is the month that carries a tune,
it's beautiful melody floats like a balloon.
Danielle Owens
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I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.
Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.
These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!
All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.
O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.
Victor Hugo
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Poems about Nature
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The sun setting over the azure color sea
Fluffy white clouds looking down on you and me;
The flames are full of a fiery red
Tinting the fluff making it orange instead.
The saltiness in the breeze off the sea
The twang of the scent making me shivery;
Moss covered rocks full of clams and crabs
Poking around just waiting to jab.
Maggiemay
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Hurricanes, why do you sting in your angry actions?
Bringing with you catastrophic, devastating songs to the earth beneath you.
Destroying lives and taking lives, away with you.
When will you stop, your furious winds from flowing this way?
Babies, children, men, and women crying,
Their sounds of lost, echoes around the globe.
With no comfort for the sick,
No clothing, food, water or shelter for the homeless to survive another day.
People are dying, as help is on the way.
Will it get there on time to save the weary?
People are suffering.
Their faith, hope, and strength to survive your magnitude,
Has impacted each life great and small.
Flames of fire erupting from your madness.
Go your way and not return with your roots of destructive behavior.
Life is a blessing.
Every essence of being is true appreciation for the simple needs within life.
Let the innocence of being be spared by your tumultuous waters.
Find your place in the universe.
As humility of the human nature has been found,
Giving and receiving love unconditionally.
That can't be bought or sold as poverty strikes; evacuation could barely be found.
With, lost words leaving their marks to be placed in the archives of history books;
With pictures of your soaring wings showing your images.
Astra Channer
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Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day;
April Day
Little Arthur wants to play
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Earth's Surface
Uncontrolled rhythms, Of mesmerizing sequence,
Humming along, Deeply shallow strands, That hollows their call,
Like muffled agony,To outer places,
Of vague closeness. Depicting beginnings,
The middle, endings - It's all a blur,
Washed up along, Almost forgotten territory.
Difference is, All the same,
In what can't, Be determined - Out there - Everything of nothing,
Is brought to life - Realizing the,
Whispered matter. Serene colors,
Blending with, All that's heard,
On the surface, Of deep existence.
Angela G Clark
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Beauty
Every time I go outside, I enter a world of beauty.
The bees, the trees, the flowers, everything counts to me as beauty.
Beauty is not just saying how someone or something looks,
But it shows how Mother Nature has really worked to bring her living creatures alive. Beauty is the sun shining on my head.
Beauty is the trees giving me shade when it's too hot.
Beauty is neither a man nor a woman,
But beauty is the living creatures around the world.
Maletsah Jones
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Natures Calm
The mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hivèd bees
Rest in their honeyed ease;
In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head.
Alcman
**
Nothing so rare as a Day in June
Nothing so rare as a day in June,
the air so fine and the blossoms all blue.
The weather just perfect, the skies never gray
The bugs always buzzing and the tree's seem to sway
The sun beats so warmly on the tenderness of my skin,
and the birds..they fly, far away in the wind,
June is the month that carries a tune,
it's beautiful melody floats like a balloon.
Danielle Owens
**
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.
Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.
These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!
All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.
O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.
Victor Hugo
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Poems about Nature
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The sun setting over the azure color sea
Fluffy white clouds looking down on you and me;
The flames are full of a fiery red
Tinting the fluff making it orange instead.
The saltiness in the breeze off the sea
The twang of the scent making me shivery;
Moss covered rocks full of clams and crabs
Poking around just waiting to jab.
Maggiemay
**
Hurricanes, why do you sting in your angry actions?
Bringing with you catastrophic, devastating songs to the earth beneath you.
Destroying lives and taking lives, away with you.
When will you stop, your furious winds from flowing this way?
Babies, children, men, and women crying,
Their sounds of lost, echoes around the globe.
With no comfort for the sick,
No clothing, food, water or shelter for the homeless to survive another day.
People are dying, as help is on the way.
Will it get there on time to save the weary?
People are suffering.
Their faith, hope, and strength to survive your magnitude,
Has impacted each life great and small.
Flames of fire erupting from your madness.
Go your way and not return with your roots of destructive behavior.
Life is a blessing.
Every essence of being is true appreciation for the simple needs within life.
Let the innocence of being be spared by your tumultuous waters.
Find your place in the universe.
As humility of the human nature has been found,
Giving and receiving love unconditionally.
That can't be bought or sold as poverty strikes; evacuation could barely be found.
With, lost words leaving their marks to be placed in the archives of history books;
With pictures of your soaring wings showing your images.
Astra Channer
**
Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day;
April Day
Little Arthur wants to play
**
Earth's Surface
Uncontrolled rhythms, Of mesmerizing sequence,
Humming along, Deeply shallow strands, That hollows their call,
Like muffled agony,To outer places,
Of vague closeness. Depicting beginnings,
The middle, endings - It's all a blur,
Washed up along, Almost forgotten territory.
Difference is, All the same,
In what can't, Be determined - Out there - Everything of nothing,
Is brought to life - Realizing the,
Whispered matter. Serene colors,
Blending with, All that's heard,
On the surface, Of deep existence.
Angela G Clark
**
Beauty
Every time I go outside, I enter a world of beauty.
The bees, the trees, the flowers, everything counts to me as beauty.
Beauty is not just saying how someone or something looks,
But it shows how Mother Nature has really worked to bring her living creatures alive. Beauty is the sun shining on my head.
Beauty is the trees giving me shade when it's too hot.
Beauty is neither a man nor a woman,
But beauty is the living creatures around the world.
Maletsah Jones
**
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Poems about Nature