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Nature Teacher Poems | Nature Poems About Teacher

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Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Winter Haiku

Here I sit at work
watching snow tumbling down
thinking about home

Copyright © Teresa Adkins | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |


The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)

Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

Let Nature Be Your Teacher

Let nature be your teacher
Look around you 
delight in the view

The sky unveiled the rainbow
moonlight paves the way for you
to walk among the stars 
Listen very carefully 
they will tell who you are

The leaves are turning 
crimson, golden and maroon
mums scattered everywhere
announcing fall is coming soon
its time for sweet hot cider,
pumpkin pie and harvest apple picking

Let nature be you teacher 
learn each lesson well
we are all one in each other
let the stories folks will tell
confirm our oneness
our interdependence 
our brotherhood and love. 

Copyright © Gladys Acosta-Melendez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |


Trees and plants,
In silence like a dumb,
Winds and rain,
Teaching them talking!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |


Nature being a teacher from the inception, 

It's a role model for human sometimes,

People copied many things
from the script of nature, 

Though copying is a wrongful act within a classroom,

Nature giving room,

For an instance, 

I planted a tree, 

Watered the plant,

Manured enough,

Fenced it and protected like my child, 

I witnessed a raphid growth longing tree towards the sky,



Dropped down ripe fruits 
saving my head, 

As per the rule of give and take,

In day to day business,I do offer money,

The vendor offers me goods in return,

Nature is so,

When it's give and take!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

My Other Teacher

My Other Teacher
By Curtis Johnson
Nature ever thrives to reach.
She never fails to teach. 
Sometimes the lessons flow
                                                                                                                to the shores of the beach.

She sings, she prays, and often screens, 
                                                                                                               ever so loudly from the deep.
.                                                                                                               She will shake, shock, and rock 
                                                                                                                the very foundation of my feet.
                                                                                                                She often wrecks havoc and makes us weep.
.                                                                                                               But without her,  who bares the rod of shepherds,                                             we would go astray like sheep

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Nature's Intelligent Partner

The wood is stacked for winter.
One way out of the mind's limitations
is through other minds' contemplations.
The books are stacked for winter.

Yet even that cannot satisfy.
Failing to hold still for meditation
my teacher smiles, makes this observation:
The purpose of sitting's not to be satisfied

or satiated. Remain hungry,
cold, uncomfortable and counting enemies.
These, and fear, are our commonalities,
and the discipline of not hitting whenever angry.

You'll appreciate dying
quietly at home. Whichever season has been randomly selected will be beautiful
      as ever
as a molecule of water is to all matter.
"In my life there were always too many things."

If there is no time, only change
the linear becomes circular.
Do not say north or south. You're
within the winter range

of chickadee, hawk, owl and heron.
Winter grapes, rose hips, the cedar waxwings'
repast. Their talk is my reminding
there is change and neurons.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Waya Keeper and Teacher

Waya Keeper and Teacher 

May the keepers of the forest;
Do the best they can.
To keep the enemy at bay;
And protect these sacred lands.

May they remember;
That strength is found in packs.
That all are needed;
In this difficult task.

May they howl out a warning;
With the call of the wild.
That we must preserve our brethren;
For every man and child.

May their paws make many tracks;
Through the valleys and the fields.
Until the very day;
That balance is instilled.

May they teach us their medicines:
Of survival and renewal.
And remind us that man cannot;
Eat money and drink fuel.

Darlene Doll Smith

Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme |

Nature Takes Its Course


Our school’s sylvan woods hosts new guests,
A slew of deer ticks could infest
the ancient football stands with pests.  
The coach is stressed; the coach is stressed.

Venerable dean is abreast;
he spots some juveniles at rest
and sends them searching for tick nests.
Nature's inquest, nature's inquest.

Opossums can clean up this mess.
The mysterious students press 
dumpsters where possums feast and fest,
a quick arrest, a quick arrest.

The prisoners are put to test;
swiftly they move, nests they molest.
Tranquility! ticks are suppressed;
Coach is impressed; coach is impressed.

written May 9, 2016

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

I am also n't lying

Today was the day of judgment,
All children were excited and pleased,
But when the result was declared,
Tutor called student; one by one in the office,
And appreciated each of them,
Who got good marks in the tests.

But suddenly, a cried break out amusement‘,
Why did a teacher, beat up a student so badly?
Who wrote in the exam,
The sun was rising in the river,
Fishes were jumping over the clouds,
And climbing up on the palm trees.

Head teacher came out and asked the boy,
Where did you read all this?
When my dad goes fishing, he told.
I always think, why fishes have white colour,
I understand when we were acrossing the waves,
Fishes must eat coconut.

A teacher not beaten up a student only, 
Also he failed because of not following his lesson,
That was from a book,
Dad, I wasn’t wrong, a child was sobbing,
If book isn’t lying,
I am also not lying.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |

The Teacher Tree

all of them sustain,
some wilted,
all vital,
each a part of the teacher tree.

speaking different parables,
humming different songs,
each falling its own way in the end.

tell me, tell me teacher tree,
why they have to die?
some too soon to truly live,
struggling and suffering.

the sun will scorch,
the winds will dry,
each one of your sacred leaves.

the teacher tree won't answer,
and all the leaves will try
to tell you why they matter.

every living one does matter,
and was made so all could exist.

the teacher tree stays silent,
but answers every one,
and every fallen leaf
is one with him,
forever and forever.

Copyright © Nicholas Enloe | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |

Spiritual Lessons From Lakeland Fells

There we were all ready to climb Catbells
this climb we'd done some years ago
so thought we needed no map or direction
the weather was lovely the sky so aglow

A crowd was there seemingly on same way
followed along not needing to ask
came to route block off but walked on
never asked had to go back this quite a task

Found the correct signpost and took the route
upwards it was now all along the way
beautiful scenery evident to all around
divinity created all this in a single day

We all need to read God's holy book
so to find the only way to home
never to think we don't need direction
for God's word is our sure word alone

Speak to God open your tongue
make your plea to His majesty on high
ask for His sovereign plan for you
for He knows your days before you die

These are spiritual lessons for our good
revealed through life's every day events
God speaks through our every moments
for in them He always daily frequents

(Was on holiday a few months ago in Lake District and made effort to climb Cat Bells, one of our fav Fell(hill) climbs having done it many years ago, after coming down thought on some spiritual lessons learnt from the events of that day.)

Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)

Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |

Chemical Compounds

A Chemical Compound
in an orderly manner.
They're found on the ground,
classified by a scanner.

An outcrop in Costa-Rica -
many of these contain Silica.
Some are even Volcanic-
explosions are quite manic.

Its just like Me and You!
Special, Unique and some blue.
Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic too-
I've heard that before, like de-ja vu!

It is Sharp or Smooth,
It is like a Bone,
It can be found in a Booth,
But what really is STONE?

originally written ~ 13/2/17 

Copyright © Molly Pryor | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Nature, the Teacher

Willows bend with the mighty wind
Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth
Pay attention, nature is teaching us
Lessons to give, since its very birth

Strength is in the willow as it bends
Not snapping like the Oak, so tall
To be flexible is the message for us
Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall

Birds tend to fly south in the winter
Showing instinct to stay safe and warm
Learn from the feathered teachers
Grow with changes, to escape harm

Turtles have a shell to protect them
They hide in it with no words to say
Learn from them, how they are handled
For they live to walk another day

The lion, the mightiest of hunters
Sits still and silently awaits its prey
Take a lesson here from the attacker
Wait your turn, it will come, your day

So look upon nature, the face of the earth
As it serves to teach us all what we need
Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once
With balance, then practice, you’re sure to succeed

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ekphrasis |

The Birth Of Shakespeare

Shakespeare The Poet

In modest hues
The walls blush yellow
Where hallways meet
A fragrant bloom

So proud her glow
With tear and wallow
A child born
Of fervent dream     

And there to rest
With eyes that measure
A shadowed nook
Of words redeem

In silent thought
A mind to gather
Where seasons pass
with eyes aglow

In modest hues
The walls blush yellow
Where hallways meet
A fragrant bloom

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017