Beauty of Nature Poems
Beautiful Nature Poems
When we take the time to examine the beauty of the world around us, we are able to see parallels within our own lives. One who in tune with nature is in tune with the practice of living. Nature moves in a spiral as do our personal lives. It is important to spend time in nature because in this way we can become aware of its wisdom. If we ignore the beauty of nature and spend all our time in an urban jungle, our stress levels go up and we begin to feel as if we are made out of the concrete that we see all around us.
66 Poems about enjoying the calm, serenity and beauty of nature.
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1. Tapestry
Painting A Picture With WordsIf I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.
Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.
I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry. -
2. Renewed By The Morning Light
Start Each Day AnewI sit upon my front porch stoop
Beneath the morning sun.
Grateful for the moment spent
Away from everyone.
The air is fresh and slightly chilled,
The sky is blue and clear.
The silence that surrounds me now
Is music to my ears.
I love the morning best of all,
It's my most tranquil time,
When the promise of a brand new day
Can ease my troubled mind.
When second chances seem more possible
And the world less cold and dark,
And hope can somehow pierce the walls
Of my sad and aching heart.
When left alone with nature
All the world seems far away
And the woes of life so trivial
When wrapped in her embrace.
But alas the birds awaken
And begin to sing their songs,
And people slowly wander by
And nod as they go on.
The sun has now grown brighter
As it rises in the sky
And in the distance there's a whistle
As a train goes lumbering by.
The world is calling out to me
To jump back in the fray.
To have faith things can get better
And let go of yesterday.
So today I get to start again
By the morning light renewed.
Feeling brave and energized,
There is nothing I can't do. -
3. The Forest's Blessed Abode
Poem About Beauty Of Forest And TreesCome, walk with me into the forest's blessed abode,
To see the wondrous beauty the Earth has bestowed;
We'll bask in the surreal splendor that surrounds us,
And listen to nature composing the forest's grand opus,
As sounds of whispering trees and burbling streams,
Send our minds wandering into a poet's lovely dreams.
We'll walk where sunlight sets the forest's leaves aglow,
Weaving open paths to dapple golden light on all below;
Where trees shade us from summer heat and harsh rays,
Freeing our minds so we can see Mother Nature's ways,
Of creating nurturing sanctuaries for life dwelling there,
To shield its tender wards from storms too hard to bear.
Come sit beneath the glowing embers of an autumn tree,
Whose rich hues are a natural wonder many come to see,
While colorful leaves glide down in a whirling course,
Like embers breaking loose from their flaming source.
Glowing for a moment as if falling to their ending fate,
Instead, nourishing Earth for rebirth into a new state.
The wintering forest seems to be a still, desolate place.
Yet, under the snow and autumn leaves of a tree's base,
Beats the promising pulse of new life that patiently waits
For spring's warmth and rain to open wide nature's gates;
Roam with me under the trees standing strong over it all,
To watch them quietly sleep until nature's beckoning call.
Let us stroll in spring's forest where we will reap
The joy of Earth awakening its children from sleep,
And hear life's chorus and watch its offspring grow,
As waking trees renew their canopy over all below;
Come share with me the forest's spirit at rebirth,
So we too are reborn within this temple of Earth.
Every now and then let us answer the forest's call,
To come see life's beauty and the miracle of it all;
If we listen with our hearts as we walk among trees,
We may understand the message carried on a breeze,
For us to blend with the forest's spirit so it will beguile
Us into walking under its lovely trees for just a while.Latest Shared StoryI began writing "The Forest's Blessed Abode" about a month after I returned from a trip to Alaska and Canada, where I saw some of the loveliest forests and surreal scenery I have ever seen....
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4. The Beauty Of A Tree
Being Strong In AdversityCan there be anything more lovely
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. -
5. My Wooded World
Poem About Escaping To The WoodsAs a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.
Then as I grew older, they were my retreat,
for the woods became my own world,
a world full of imagination, creativity,
resourcefulness, as well as inspiration.
I loved my domain, for no problems were too great.
The woods protected me from everything.
The branches would open as to hold me.
The animals, in their busy ways, stopped to welcome me.
It was this place, my wooded world, that I lived for.
It is that place that beckons me now.
For it was only there, in them woods, I felt truly free,
as free as I would feel when your love would surround me.Latest Shared StoryIt is a great poem! I translated it to Indonesia language for my homework and I got an A! Thanks for your work! Although its a bit hard to understand it in my language its perfect.
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6. The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.Latest Shared StoryOne of my earliest recollections was this poem being read to me by my father, a keen angler, as a bedtime story nearly 70 years ago. It stayed with me for the rest of my life. Inspirational...
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7. A Still Moment
Nature's Soothing AppealTake a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.
Watch the golden glow
Of the rising morning sun.
Embrace the peaceful aura
Of the break of dawn.
Savor the soft caress
Of the gently moving breeze.
Listen to its nifty tune
Among the swaying trees.
Enjoy the lovely scene
Of a floating butterfly.
Graceful flight and happy tweets
Of a bird perched up high.
Peruse the evening sky
In its dazzling splendor.
The wide and open pallet
Merging shapes and colors.
Relish the loving sight
Of children having fun,
Skipping feet and carefree voices
Under the setting sun.
Spare a still moment
Every once in a while.
Take in the beauty around.
Take it in with a smile.Latest Shared StoryThis makes me feel the opposite of what I feel when I need to finish my hours of homework. This poem is a work of art that makes you feel so centered and calm. If this poem was my stuffed...
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8. Our Mother Earth
Poem About The Beauty Of EarthAs I walk across the earth,
thousands of things I get to see.
Birds fly high, soaring higher,
and on the flowers I hear the buzz of bees.
The sun at the dawn, rises within the hills.
Mountains covered with snow,
shining like the crown of silver.
And the waves touching the cliffs.
The waterfall flowing down
the green-blue mountains.
Rivers forming a dream delta
before entering the sea.
And while walking on the beach at night,
I feel the cool and sweet smelling breeze.
The slashing sound still feels like
the sound of love and peace.
The moon over the sea,
shining like a ball of gold.
And in every step my eyes hold wonder.
I bend on my knee
to thank the mother earth,
And is the truth.
it's a great pleasure for me,
to live in this wonderland.Latest Shared StoryI am 12 years old and I have written this poem as a love for the nature. I love indulging in poems and writing them. By my poems, I want to focus on nature and it's beauty.
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9. Inner Peace
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
The serenity I feel here just soothes my mind.
A peaceful day so hard to find.
The breeze just calms my soul.
Helps me think about what is my life's goal.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave.
I could close my eyes and fade into the night.
The tranquility I feel helps me win the fight.
As the waves keep crashing into the rocks,
I feel the happiness in my heart become unlocked.
The day is drawing to a close.
The peacefulness I feel right now I'll only know.
Right now my mind is finally clear.
It's time to go as the night draws near.Latest Shared StoryLife is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her. The...
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10. Seasons
Poem About The Four SeasonsA dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets
Snow on the ground
Hot chocolate to be made
Another Winter day
Sun coming over the horizon
Birds singing at dawn's first light
Green grass dusted with morning dew
Mowers mowing
Flowers blooming
Warm rain hitting the streets
Another Spring day
School's out, kids at home
Swimming pools swarming
Air-conditioners humming
Backyard barbecues
Hot sleepless nights
Fireflies flying
Another Summer day
Leaves changing colors
Back to school night
Leaf blowers
A new brisk chill to the air
Apple cider to keep warm
Halloween
Another Autumn day -
11. Mighty Tempest
Poem About StormsSultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.
Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
foretells a mighty storm is nigh.
Feathered fowl that glide the breeze
quickly fly to nest in trees.
A silent sense of darkness fell,
as clouds began to twirl and swell.
A yellow haze of green and gray
replaces sun and heat of day.
Thunderous cannons roar the sky
with veins of light that pierce the eye.
The day has darkened into night
as Thor and Zeus pursue their might!
Raging winds that bend and sway,
tearing limbs along the way.
Bursting clouds of icy hail;
Nature's sting is quite surreal!
The faded rumblings start to slow,
and sultry sun peaks out to glow,
Mighty Tempest, come and gone.
Ancient storm gods carry on,
leaving rainbows in the dawn! -
12. The Outside, Wondrous World
The Joy Of Being OutsideThe world outside is a wondrous place,
Filled with many miracles to see.
It's a place to hear and smell and feel.
It's a place so unfettered and free.
From the welcome warmth of the morning sun,
As it plays upon your eyes,
Enticing you from your slumber
To awaken and come alive.
Or the gentle touch of an Autumn breeze,
As it chills and caresses your face,
Beckoning you to start your day
And let go of the night's embrace.
The sound of the birds as they twitter and sing,
Still nestled in the warmth of the trees.
Soon they will lift their wings in flight,
Shooed away by the fluttering leaves.
To smell that earthy, Autumn air,
As you step outside and breathe.
To hear that steady, familiar crunch,
As you wade through the dried, dead leaves.
To look up and get lost in a ceiling-less sky,
Deep blue or an ominous grey.
Squinting against the brightest of suns,
Or getting soaked by a sudden, cold rain.
To feel beads of sweat on your clammy face,
In the heat of a blistering day.
Then submerge in a river that seeps through your skin,
Dousing the fire in your veins.
To trudge through the deepest, blistering snow,
As the ice stings your rosy red cheeks.
To smell all the fireplaces burning,
As those faint of heart retreat.
To see your breath float on the air,
As your toes and fingers freeze.
And witness an icy, white blanket of snow,
Just as far as you can see.
The snowflakes falling harder now,
The earth is in a blur.
Your clothes feel damp and heavier,
Your speech begins to slur.
Yes, the outside is a wondrous place,
A world of beauty and brawn.
It's independent but so reliable.
It's vulnerable and yet so strong.
Remember the smell of the summer flowers,
With bright colors all around?
Deep green lawns and the aroma of grass,
Trees plush with leaves abound.
The ocean's glistening, thundering waves,
The gritty, infinite sands.
The forests of trees that reach up to the sky,
The mountains that tower over the land.
The outside world is an endless place.
It shows us how small we can be.
It can nurture and comfort our troubled hearts.
It can grant us sweet moments of peace.
If you take the time to really see,
The outside is a glorious place.
And how lucky we are that this Paradise,
Is only a few steps away. -
13. Wind On The Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.Latest Shared StoryWhat a great poem! Life's a mystery and where the wind goes as indicated "Who knows?" And what changes are in store for our lives? Change comes to us from all directions in our lives like the...
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14. A Day Of Sunshine
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
And over me unrolls on high
The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where though a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon,
Towards yonder cloud-land in the West,
Towards yonder Islands of the Blest,
Whose steep sierra far uplifts
Its craggy summits white with drifts.
Blow, winds! and waft through all the rooms
The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms!
Blow, winds! and bend within my reach
The fiery blossoms of the peach!
O Life and Love! O happy throng
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man! canst thou not be
Blithe as the air is, and as free? -
15. On The Wings Of A Song
Poem About Nature's Music Lifting SpiritsOnce in a while, if you are feeling blue,
When troubles seem to keep coming along,
If you will take the time to listen to music
It can lift your spirits on the wings of a song.
You don't have to be in a concert hall,
For nature provides its own symphonies.
There are no discords in the murmuring stream,
Or the wind as it gently hums through the trees.
Who has not heard the frogs' cheerful concert
When the nighttime shadows draw near?
If you will take the time to quietly listen,
The evening serenade of crickets you'll hear.
There's a rhythm to the lapping waves on the shore.
In the sky, every bird has its own melody.
Even the mightiest humpback whale
Sings its love songs down deep in the sea.
It may not change the problems that you have.
There are times when things will go wrong.
Still, it can help bring peace to your soul
When you lift your heart on the wings of a song...
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16. Nightfall
Poem About A Peaceful NightYet another day passes.
Over hills, twilight presses.
Moon already hung up high,
Welcoming nightfall.
Birds flying up to their nests,
Chirping time to rest.
Time for peace and stillness,
Time to restore our minds and bodies.
As all fades into night,
A hollow of absence of light.
Only twinkling lights of stars,
Sparkling in amid.
No drama or anger lingering,
No quarrels or crying interrupting,
Only songs of crickets,
Only dances of star lights.
Oh, what a pleasant time.
If only day were this tame,
It would bring peace.Latest Shared StoryThanks a bunch for this beautiful poem. Being an English Literature student, I really love reading poems.
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17. Omnipresent Paradise
Beauty To BeholdIrregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
The light from the sun,
The smile on a child's face so bold
While basking in innocent fun,
There is beauty to behold.
For every grain of sand,
Pine cones define the perfect mold,
Umbrellas shelter the land,
There is beauty to behold.
Bound by a drop to the sea,
Light reflecting ripples of gold,
Cliffs so sheer in their intricacy,
There is beauty to behold.
With each day that goes by,
Octopuses dwell deep in the cold,
Flying fish dive into the sky,
There is beauty to behold.
Paradise is everywhere,
One need not be told,
Free for us all to share,
There is beauty to behold. -
18. Forest Delights
Feeling Connected To The Forests And NatureLeaves fluttering on a gentle breeze,
Within the forest of whispering trees,
Makes sunlight gracefully dance there,
Upon the ground and everywhere.
Dappling streams with sparkling light,
Catching the colors of birds in flight,
Giving flowers a lovely surreal glow,
Rousing our spirits with nature's show.
Nightfall gives the forest a mysterious allure
As trees become shadows of what they were;
Soon a chorus arises deep in forest thickets,
From the croaking frogs and chirping crickets,
Blending in the whip-poor-wills' lonely calls,
With the owls' echoing pleas in forest halls,
As fireflies scatter light upon a dark palette,
All beneath the mystic forest's starlit coverlet.
Nature's melodic sounds are sure to enthrall,
As life's songs peal within a forest cathedral.
Nature adds the wind's timbre with a breeze,
Or the rain's resonating rhythm through leaves.
Merging with rippling sounds of forest streams,
All serenading restless minds into daydreams
That comforts those who seek refuge there.
If only they'll listen while in the forest's care.
Thoughts become gentle among natural sights,
While our spirits entwine with forest delights,
Enticing us to hear life's natural gifts of mirth,
Inviting us to see the wondrous beauty of Earth,
As nature stirs feelings some cannot determine;
Yet, the subtle answers lie in a forest's sermon,
Urging us to listen to instincts we once knew,
To walk lightly on Earth as other creatures do.Latest Shared StoryThis poem touches my heart deeply because I enjoy practicing/learning/enjoying/reading/memorizing descriptive poems (in this case about nature's beauties), especially when the words fill the...
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19. A Little Peace And Quiet
Finding TranquilityWhere my heart truly lies
Is in the beauty of a simple life,
In a little peace and quiet,
Slower pace and lesser strife.
Where I'd find time to walk
Leisurely down a winding road,
Strolling in the woods, savoring
Each unfolding scenic episode.
Where I'd find time to sit
And nestle by the almond tree,
Feeling its quiet windy whispers
As it gently cuddles me.
Where I'd find time to stand
Quietly behind the windowpane,
Cradling a mug, watching the world
Showered with a gentle rain.
Where I'd find time to catch
The sparkling poise of a firefly
And lounge in the serene canopy
Of a star-speckled velvet sky.
Just a little peace and quiet,
In between life's hectic pace...
And I find my soul better aligned,
Filled with sweet solace. -
20. Ethereal Skies
The Beauty Of The SkyIt's ethereal,
the way the sky paints itself.
Some days,
it is a crystal blue,
clear and serene,
As if spring had come and never left.
Some days,
it is a raging gold and orange,
fierce and brave,
as if passion itself was set ablaze.
And some days,
it is a mournful grey,
somber and morose,
as if weeping for the world it looks upon.
But I love those skies
that look like they're singing you a lullaby.
Those skies that glow with the spectrum
after troubled storms.
Those velvet skies
that are hued with shades that exist
outside our meager imagination.
Those ethereal skies
that make me think
of cherry blossoms and butterflies.
And when I stop for a moment
to look up at the heavens,
I am filled with wonder.
Because these skies,
they fill me with hope
and reignite those romanticized ideals
that have run aground
in the sands of tedium and monotony.
And I know that someday
when this world is gone and washed away,
these skies will still remain
with our wishes painted on.Latest Shared StoryI am a lover of literature. Poems on love and nature are welcome! Thanks a lot.
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