Nature is something that has inspired poets of all generations. Throughout history, poets have written about the beauty of the seasons and our natural world. Appreciation of nature is a great way to keep a poem ‘concrete’ – far from an abstract idea of ‘soul’ or ‘tears’, nature brings images you can picture in your minds eye, and that makes a poem come alive.
Below we have compiled a list of lovely poems that appreciate nature and it’s beauty.
Lovely Poems About Nature
Oh! Nature is so beautiful with its dazzling colors so bright
It has plants and trees that gleam to Mr. Sun’s light
Oh! how glorious our nature is!The bees buzzed through the forest so deep
And the jaguars were about to take a leapThe birds were singing to the harmony of life which was music to my pair of ears
As the trees danced along with the pairs of pearsThe flowers were waiting for the wind as it came
And waved from side to side with fame
The daffodils were shining yellow bright
And the roses had a great fight
On deciding the most beautiful rose
who had the sweetest scent with a pose
Oh! Poor Nature is shedding tears of sadness from her eyes
And people are enjoying the luxury and happiness of the increasing size
Man is cutting down trees with his mind constant tot he world of fashion
Instead of hugging the trees with immense love and passion
Let’s unite ourselves hand in hand
Before we can only find the destroyed land
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
so early in the morn,
I like the sound of puppies soon after they are born.I love the smell of flowers
and the taste of honey from bees.
I love the sound the wind makes when it’s blowing through the trees.I love the way the sky looks on a bright and sunny day,
and even when it’s rainy, I love the shades of gray.I love the smell of the ocean, the sound of waves upon the sand,
I love the feel of seashells and how they look in my hand.
And when the sun is gone, I love the moon that shines so bright,
I love the sounds of crickets and other creatures of the night.
So when I lay me down to sleep, I thank the Lord above,
For all the things of nature and more, all the things I love.
didn’t Frank just slip on the ice,
didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planteddidn’t the night end,
didn’t the melting ice
flood the narrow gutterswasn’t my body
rescued, wasn’t it safedidn’t the scar form, invisible
above the injury
terror and cold,
didn’t they just end, wasn’t the back garden
harrowed and planted—
I remember how the earth felt, red and dense,
in stiff rows, weren’t the seeds planted,
didn’t vines climb the south wall
I can’t hear your voice
for the wind’s cries, whistling over the bare ground
I no longer care
what sound it makes
when was I silenced, when did it first seem
pointless to describe that sound
what it sounds like can’t change what it is—
didn’t the night end, wasn’t the earth
safe when it was planted
didn’t we plant the seeds,
weren’t we necessary to the earth,
the vines, were they harvested?
The brightness of the sun,
Nature is so much at ease,
Nature is so much fun,
If you love nature, then please do your bit,
Conserve the nature, before it’s too late,
The effect of global warming will take its toll,
Everything will get destroyed, everything will roll, So, save the nature!
Fly away, fly away over the sea,
Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;
Come again, come again, come back to me,
Bringing the summer and bringing the sun
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
From the flowers
Sitting so dainty is the Butterfly!Ah the beauty of nature
You can see if you
Admire the beauty of the flower!Delicate and sweet she does look
Sitting on the stem of the flower
Sucking into the nectar!
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s–he takes the lead
In summer luxury,–he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.
To better the way you live.
Since you have turned hostile,
I’ve got no more to give.My land is filled with waste
My children are displaced.
They live in utter fear,
Watching friends disappear.You treat me like a joke:
Choke me up with your smoke,
Strip me of any clothes,
And leave me with my foes.I have become man-made,
Who serves you like a maid.
Unnatural and impure,
A disease with no cure.
Do you know how I feel?
See the scars I conceal?
I lost my rights and voice
You leave me with no choice.
I am shaped based on greed.
In pain, I sob and bleed.
I have been infected,
Abused and neglected.
Do you hear me crying?
I am sick and dying.
You are my therapy
Love me and and set me free.
My children, I love you.
I hope you love me too.
Your mother needs you now.
Help me I’ll show you how.
Recycle and conserve,
Heed the rights I deserve.
Hear my weakening voice,
Help me regain my poise.
It seems that what you do
Has more effect on you.
I am Mother Nature,
Not a human for sure.
You live the life you drain:
You breathe the air you stain
Drink the water you soil,
And eat the food you spoil.
My gifts you must protect:
From air to ocean shelf.
My love you should respect
Save me to save yourself.
Every color is a symbol of strive,
In autumn, the leaves so dry,
Depicts the state of cry,
In summer, the blossomed leaves,
The message is surely deep,
In rains, the green blue color so bright,
It depicts that life is beautiful, so forget the fright!
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my faceWith hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet’s museBut when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover ‘neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I exploreThat evening, in the swing, I watch fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Snow on the ground
Hot chocolate to be made
Another Winter daySun coming over the horizon
Birds singing at dawn’s first light
Green grass dusted with morning dew
Warm rain hitting the streets
Another Spring daySchool’s out, kids at home
Swimming pools swarming
Hot sleepless nights
Another Summer dayLeaves changing colors
Back to school night
A new brisk chill to the air
Apple cider to keep warm
Another Autumn day
The dark, untrodden summits of the coast,
Where roams a voice, in canyons uttermost,
From midnight waters vibrant and profound.
High on each granite altar dies the sound,
Deep as the trampling of an armored host,
Lone as the lamentation of a ghost,
Sad as the diapason of the drowned.The mountain seems no more a soulless thing,
But rather as a shape of ancient fear,
In darkness and the winds of Chaos born
Amid the lordless heavens’ thundering-
A Presence crouched, enormous and austere,
Before whose feet the mighty waters mourn.
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue!
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing.
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
While the sun fades away
People stop and stareAll around the world
Of all cultures and beliefs
For all the racesTo look at nature
As its beauty covers all
Not judging peopleThe light and bright sky
Bursting with hues of colors
For all to enjoy
The swans swoop down low
So that they’re kissing the lakes
People clasp their friends
In awe of the spectacle
As it warms their hearts
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
They bend down and kiss my skin so fair,
The water ripples beneath my toes,
And of this place no one knows,
This home inside my soul is none other than my heart,
This delight no one can measure on any chart,
The smell of rain fresh in the air,
Tickles my senses without a care,
All the plants are turning green and the trees are touching the sky,
I fell like I am lifting up like I can fly,
Nothing can bring me down from this heaven I have found,
Because, from the world, it has kept me safe and sound……
The sound of the enchanting tide,
The pictorial view takes your breath away,
The scenic beauty of the bay,
The beauty of nature is a captivating sight,
Looking at it, you can forget your entire plight!
Gives us a wonderful sight,
The brightest moon at night,
Makes everything looks clear and white,
The calm sound of the night,
What a pretty sight,
The glowing stars at night!
There is a calm feeling every where
The sky is lit wit thousand stars
The sky looks so awesome and bright
Moon has its charm of own
The glory when it’s at its peak
The night looks pretty from my rooftop
All the things that I wish to see
The nature has its own grace
Losing some things in the race
The night makes up for everything
When you are at peace and there is not a thing
To disturb you in the beauty of night!
It gives you the life in brief,
That the day has started,
Look around for the wonderful beauty of nature,
Where you would find only peace,
Sit in the arms of scenic beauty,
And all your worries will cease,
That’s the magic of Mother Nature.
The waves that ripple to the shore,
The vigorous trees which year by year
Spread upwards more and more;The jewel forming in the mine,
The snow that falls so soft and light,
The rising and the setting sun,
The growing glooms of night;All natural things both live and move
In natural peace that is their own;
Only in our disordered life
Almost is she unknown.She is not rest, nor sleep, nor death;
Order and motion ever stand
To carry out her firm behests
As guards at her right hand.
And something of her living force
Fashions the lips when Christians say
To Him Whose strength sustains the world,
“Give us Thy Peace, we pray!”
Glistening water, rushing by
Birds take flight, singing lightly
Soaring through the clouds up high
Dew settles, sprinkled gently
Flowers open night is nigh,
Deer leaps, passing softly
In the woods nestled tightly
Crackling through the skies
Storm not passed
Heart takes fright
All the beauty of nature’s lights
about the sunflower I found
on the sidewalk yesterday.
It is wilting and curled and gorgeous
and knows it.I want to age like that,
never forgetting my own beauty,
never forgetting how to say bloom.
When everyone’s asleep,
And you can hear the wind,
That the trees cast at you,And when the seagulls are flying
Above the sea,
And whispering words of cheer,
Peacefully flying about,
Enjoying the nature,When the sun rises,
And the flowers wake up
From their sweet sleep,
Dancing and singing,
Enjoying their shower,And the cool springs,
Gushing down the mountains,
And the people are gazing peacefully,
With a smile on their faces,
Enjoying the beautiful scenery,
And when the birds and doves
Zoom up to the sky and land back down,
Enjoying the cool air and calmness.
And when the trees have grown fresh fruits,
For us to nibble on,
And when the sun sets, and the moon rises,
Leaving beautiful colours in the sky,
Is what nature is called.
through the night,
as sorrow bathed
her shadowed face,
neither creature nor flower
it seemed to me,
could make an ounce
of happiness grace.
As moon beams kissed
her painted hair,
and danced upon
her naked feet,
she of silver
stole my heart
and caught it’s beat.
And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth’s great fold
weathering this world’s darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho’ existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.
it is the nature of rocks to crumble
it is the nature of the sky to be blue
it is the nature of the day to be long
it is the nature of the car to break down
it is the nature of the tree to grow upwards
it is the nature of hands to seek hands
it is the nature of birds to sing songs
it is the nature of hearts to beat
it is the nature of rivers to flow
it is the nature of roads to go onwards
it is the nature of suns to beat brows
it is the nature of worms to burrow
it is the nature of tops to turn
it is the nature of grass to be dew-covered
it is the nature of the earth to be hard
it is the nature of the siren to blare
it is the nature of the eyes to roam
it is the nature of the shelf to hold
it is the nature of hammer to build
it is the nature of a river to roar
it is the nature of a voice to whisper
it is the nature of the book to yellow
it is the nature of paper to burn
it is the nature of the blanket to warm
it is the nature of the arms to comfort
it is the nature of the family to challenge
it is the nature of the breakfast to fill
it is the nature of nations to bicker
it is the nature of floors to creak
it is the nature of gods to laugh
it is the nature of man to laugh too
it is the nature of the mind to wonder
it is the nature of the body to fear
it is the nature of life to consume
it is the nature of all else to oppose
Than the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmering in the wind,
Dancing so gracefully.The strength of her mighty roots
That grows deep into the earth.
She’s weathered every stormy gale
For all that she is worth.Standing tall, resilient
With her branches lifted high,
She refused to bow, to break or bend
But reaches upward to the sky.The beauty of the strength within
As she held her head up high.
Her strong resilient spirit
Grew wings and learned to fly.
The stars look laced in diamonds, glowing faint like fireflies
Their own archaic symphony, one wish we may all chose
The moon of unequivocal beauty, a pillar for my muse
This gazebo i do lay below, sweet music drifts from birds above
A scent from wild flowers, an affirmation of true natures love
A pond reflects alabaster skies, a swan with cygnets lace the floor
I turn the page on this magical scene, untill i shall return once more.
the color of a childhood book about stars.
My father read it to me on the couch,
took me outside and showed me
the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper,
and how to find the North Star.
All of this was right in front of our house.
We looked up into the sky until it looked back.
The book said we spin without realizing it.
It told where we are in the Milky Way
but my father and I don’t know how we got here.
Neither of us mentions it.
We do not know how to do the math
on astronomical odds as big as that.
Watching the day go slowly by,
With sweet silent thought in fluttering flight,
The tears from my heart they rise to my eyes.Myself I can see in my fantasy world,
In a land far, far away,
Chasing something, something within my very soul
And the tears they rise, they flow and they stay.And as the evening with its orient light shining On me as I sit by the sea,
With dancing rays oh what a beautiful sight,
The tears oh they continued to rise in me.Maybe this is how it’s intended to be?
Maybe one day I would follow my dreams?
Maybe? maybe? Oh where is the key!
And the tears they rise and flow in a stream.
He did not know I saw—
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass—
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass—He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around—
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—
He stirred his Velvet HeadLike one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home—
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam—
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
And songbirds hide
In limbs of budded trees
To bid farewell to setting sun
With lullabies they’ve sung
Each night for centuries.A lark is winging swiftly home –
Black dot alone –
Beneath auroral clouds.
All nature makes a homeward rush
As twilight’s rosy blush
The eyes of night arouse.
Summer is coming, summer is coming.
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,’
Yes, my wild little Poet.
Sing the new year in under the blue.
Last year you sang it as gladly.
‘New, new, new, new’! Is it then so new
That you should carol so madly?
‘Love again, song again, nest again, young again,’
Never a prophet so crazy!
And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,
See, there is hardly a daisy.
‘Here again, here, here, here, happy year’!
O warble unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming, my dear,
And all the winters are hidden.
Create a Beautiful world,
The Mountain so high,
the trees sway the leaves blow away,
the birds flying really high,
the sky so blue and the sun so shine;
the water like a crystal flows in the river
so fresh and clean,
the feeling so nice and happy,
I thought this is real.But i woke up in my deep sleeping
its just a dream,I open my eyes and i look around,
I cried because the nature is not like my dream
I see the forest naked no trees,
The air smell polution,
The river flows of black water,
and full of garbage,and i ask my self where the Beautiful nature
created by God for us…