Nature Poems | Beautiful Poems About Nature


    Alone In The Woods Poem by Stevie Smith

    Alone in the woods I felt
    The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
    Nature has taught her creatures to hate
    Man that fusses and fumes
    Unquiet man
    As the sap rises in the trees
    As the sap paints the trees a violent green
    So rises the wrath of Nature’s creatures
    At man
    So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
    Nature is sick at man
    Sick at his fuss and fume
    Sick at his agonies
    Sick at his gaudy mind
    That drives his body
    Ever more quickly
    More and more
    In the wrong direction.



    Nature Poem by kerri king

    Nature is beautiful
    nature is fun
    love it or hate it
    nature is something to love
    nature is god’s gift to us

    Nature we love
    wate and feed nature
    Nature water’s and feed’s us
    god gave us nature
    we cant live with out it
    nature makes us

    i know nature
    Nature is beautiful
    Nature is about the earth
    nature has flower; s and weed’s
    weed’s or flower’s nature is us



    Nature’s Lullaby Poem by Theo Williams

    Sounds of singing birds so early in the morn
    Is a beauty in life that no one can adorn.

    Soothing peace of waves gently caressing the sand
    Like embracing lovers, amidst placidity they stand.

    The scent of flowers, paint a smile on thy face
    Surrounded by nature’s love, most peaceful escape.

    Showered by warmth and richness from heavenly rays
    Extracting the best of thy soul, glowing every day.

    Night befalls; the bright moon so tender
    To nature’s love and heart I surrender.

    I lay my head down and say goodbye
    To nature’s beauty; my sweet lullaby.



    Beauty And The Beast Poem by Tango

    Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
    nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
    Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
    nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
    Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
    nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.

    Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
    nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
    Nature is lightning striking the ground,
    nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
    Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
    nature is a tidal wave, washing every thing ashore.
    Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.



    A Beautiful Day Poem by Francis Duggan

    In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
    In the evening of a beautiful day
    Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
    And that more rain is needed ‘twould be fair to say
    On a gum tree in the park the white backed magpie sing
    He sings all year round from the Summer to Spring
    But in late Winter and Spring he even sings at night
    So nice to hear him piping in the moonlight
    Spring it is with us and Summer is near
    And beautiful weather for the time of year
    Such beauty the poets and the artists inspire
    Of talking of Nature could one ever tire
    Her green of September Mother Nature wear
    And the perfumes of blossoms in the evening air.



    God’s Gift – Nature……….. Poem by Ravi Sathasivam

    When the beautiful morning comes
    The rays of rising sun kiss her
    When the garden of nature open its heart
    The garden of flowers hugs her to welcome
    When the trees dance to tune of wind
    The birds singing to the nature’s choir
    When the gentleness of nature is filled pleasure
    Then the earth get wet with weather
    When the nature forgets its vastness
    Then the God shows her how big her place on earth
    Let us thank God for his creation and given us
    eyes to see lovely gift – Nature



    Nature Is What You Dont See Poem by john tiong chunghoo

    nature is what we dont see
    for instance the essence that pushes words out
    for this poem fated for posterity
    the birds that without fail
    chirp at first light, morn breeze
    the unseen clock working at the dot
    nature is what we dont see
    the nocturnal bloom, that folds itself
    in the day, throws its fragrance
    in the dead of night as lovers
    hide in each others’ bossoms
    below the soft glare of the moon
    centimetre by centimetre
    it has inched forward to exhibit its
    full blown majestry to the world
    Nature is what we dont see
    the shadow play master tilting the earth
    the petals for its bloom dance
    the successive cells here there
    guided towards optimal functions
    and that ogiasmic tremour
    that shuttles the world round and round
    nature is what you should not see
    the formulas, secrets kept behind everything
    that could get even einstein mad
    in unveiling, explaining them
    nature is what we all should not see
    nor equipped to see
    though it rambles through our every cell
    like the worst of storm



    Nature Poem by Michael Carlson

    Nature is mighty
    Nature is strong
    Nature is usually always right
    Nature is rarely ever wrong
    Nature is beauty
    Nature is moody
    Nature is smart
    Nature always has the greater part
    Nature is blue
    Nature is green
    Nature is every color possibly seen
    Nature is true
    Nature is beaming
    Nature is dreaming
    Nature is in every place
    Nature is always with grace
    Nature is true
    Nature is you
    Nature is me
    Nature will forever be free.



    A Drop Of Happiness Poem by Aftab Alam

    From the grief ocean, I steal, a drop of happiness,
    For every autumn, I get a lovely beautiful spring,
    For human youth; the festive, to dance and sing,
    We nature, within nature; keepeth blissful fitness,

    When spring comes, nature with its beauty; greet,
    Flower with hue sways and butterflies do flip flop,
    Calm breeze’s sensational blush; a birth of hope,
    Seasons love, mingles with whole color, they meet.

    Know, a place in mind, away from the physical spring,
    Hatching spring and brooding youth forever, a bliss,
    Grief of the world; dry petals, away from hate, I kiss,
    From the grief ocean, a drop of happiness, they bring.

    There will not be a spring without autumn; no taste,
    If no sorrow, what taste happiness will provide, say?
    If no youth, why then heart will throb; gaily and gay?
    Autumn prepares to decorate the heart with haste..



    Why Submit To Nature? Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

    Why do we submit to nature’s sway?
    Consider it casual and attention not pay,
    The Sum always rise with powerful ray,
    Heat waves may burn skin mid-day,

    Path barren, rest certain so not to lay,
    Not a single soul or children dare play,
    So is the cycle and we always pray,
    Areas we prefer which are always gray,

    Darkness disappear with mild glow,
    Dews depart with fresh air flow,
    Plants raise head with resolve to grow,
    Flowers open up with hot wave blow,

    Eyes blind with little energy spark,
    Boats turtle, aground with hit from shark,
    Fear grip the mind with dog’s bark,
    But rest whole body under tree in park,

    Heat waves compel living beings to run,
    Floods play havoc but children have fun,
    Seek we refuge to escape nature’s fury,
    No respite but justice in absence of jury,

    Cool, breeze and fresh air plenty in hill,
    Natures always offer life but not always kill,
    As disease not go off without proper pill,
    So nature may offer alternate for ill,

    Immense wealth and beauty lie with nature,
    Secure is the life if we believe in the future,
    Vow not to destroy future and destiny,
    Prepared for the worst to witness after mutiny