Nature Ballad Poems | Examples
These Nature Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Ballad Nature poems written by international poets.
We were conceived and born in sin
Shrouded in pitch darkness
The price written was death
Paid for by Adam as a price for
treasonable felony in death
Then darkness became our
second nature,
Our apparel and our cloak
Jesus stood in our place and
Paid the debt of our progenitor
He took upon Himself our burden
and baggage of sin
Nailing it on the cross.
Declaring our freedom from the law
of sin and death
Lightening our darkness
Illuminating Us with His light.
I was really wandering, when i will see
You
Then I turned and wow!!!
Looking at the trees, the fruits
I took a look at the the fishes the
diversity
I look at the seas, the oceans
All i see is them in You.
Look at me, look at my wife.
I see you in me
But I still want to see you Lord.
The rains are here, relentless
as ever
The grass blade is excited like
never
The season of hibernation is
over
Swirling in water, as duck dumpling
in sauce
The blade of grass has come home to
grow
It is a rich gourmet of moisture and
nutrients
Thrusts the roots, taking its journey
southward
And the shoots also going
northwards
The grass blade has come to take its
place.
As the rains continue in its
season
The lush of greenery fills the
reasons
Natural beauty in such lyrical
passion
Paradise in a paradox,
Laying her among
the lilies.
The palm trees exuberant
Swaying with others in harmony
As in an Orchestra, the conductor
Nature itself pulling the strings
Music by the wind and the rain
All hailing the dawning of the
new season
Nature's cycle turns full circle.
It's the raining season in South
Eastern Nigeria.
I am a virgin, I have never been touched by a man since I was created.
I have never known a man, I have never been logged, my features still remain intact.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon basin of Brazil.
No logger has touched my growth, they come and go naturally
Life cycle turning full circle.
I am a virgin, I have never been logged by a logger.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon basin of Brazil.
where the pipeline meets the lake
spewing sewage in its wake
several snowdrops grow and help to paint God’s earth
and as acid rains from clouds
upon the litter strewn by crowds
lines of daffodils speak more than words are worth.
next to piles of household waste
tipped by those who fly in haste
there are bluebells growing wild on urban floors
and as plumes of factory smoke
suffocate disperse and choke
there are birds migrating to these hallowed shores.
where graffiti daubs the wall
of society’s wrecking ball
there’s a patch where tulips dance beneath our sky
and as shards of broken glass
lie in pieces on the grass
two young lovers holding hands walk slowly by.
On the way to my destiny
I came upon an unyielding tree,
saying, “I have not yet any fruit for thee,
go thy merry way.”
I then answered, “Tree, it is my season,
I am here by my destiny’s reason.
Yield to me now, my promised fruit,
while it is yet called TODAY.
The tree feared answering,
“Reach to the highest twig,
There you’ll find one ripened fig,
Take it if suits you now,
For you have just what you say.”
The moral of this story is receive,
Let not even nature make you disbelieve,
The fig tree learned a long time ago,
When Jesus came it’s way.
Whistling sofly through my window
Listening , the moment started to slow
The ballad of the song bird
For a moment was all I heard
Sat there so long
Listening to his song
Not a note wrong
His music was rising and falling
Other birds soon came a calling
Joining his song
Before long
Music filled the air
I felt not a care
At that moment in time
I came up with this rhyme
A concert just for me
Such a beautiful ballad it be
A black bird Whistling lead , head a bobbing keeping the beat
When joined by the bluebird , I knew I was in for a treat
And I had a front row seat
Lost to the music around me
Best concert I ever did see
And it was all free
Stark pine trees, the Milky Way
Is this God's gift to man
Or is it as some others think
Just eons of years span
The beauty and the colour
Makes you wonder how it could
Just be a work of nature
That the test of time has stood
Surely there are some things
We need not consider why
Just stand and gaze in wonder
As it illuminates the sky
Been there for a billion years
Some say many more
The beauty of the stars in there
Who bothers with the score
The pine trees in the image
Look bedraggled and quite bare
Nothing like the ones we have
When eating Christmas fare
The winter time has had its day,
Was what we all believed,
As signs of spring were everywhere.
But seems we've been deceived.
Evil April brings Arctic blast
Now more snow has arrived.
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
The snowdrops and the crocuses
Put on a splendid show.
Now we should have the daffodils
But they struggle to grow.
And the tulips expected soon
Are still asleep below.
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
Why are these seasons so confused?
There surely is a catch.
Last week the moorhen laid her eggs
Now incubates the batch.
But with the snow covering her
What chance have they to hatch?
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
During sunset reigns small blooms of blue
lovely is the enchanting azure bell flower
their tentacle roots grasp for evening dew
brightest in the midst of the golden hour
peepers sing during the long trail home.
I wish none were too old for a nature walk.
as green grasses will soon wither and die
the moon begins rising to a soaring goshawk
breezes touch the petals quivering and shy
We spend days content in the warmer times
watching lightning bugs dancing like stars
far away we hear the lovely wind chimes
a pair of Mourning Doves call from a tree
while a small Red Fox listens rather intently:
free.
The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch,
fluttered with a nervous jerk;
warilysearching for sustenance,
above the peregrine made a fateful entrance.
The winter harsh and icy cold,
driven far from its familiar fold,
seeking food further afield
to an urban garden that might increase its yield.
Under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon hovered high,
an efficient killer from above,more than a
match for pigeon or dove.
Taking its chosen meal in flight,swooping sudden from
a great height,
the momentum imprinting our window pane,
her throat slashed she soon was slain.
Talons sunk deep into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater pecked at head and breast.
The lawn strewn leavings of a ravenous raptor,
as nature's journal leafs another chapter.
A little deer, a little girl
Her towel lays on the ground
Dropped in her excitement
When the little fawn she found
The fawn had wandered from her Mum
She saw the little girl
Stood there at the garden's edge
Her senses in a whirl
She felt that humans may be bad
That did not seem so here
A little girl with arms outstretched
It dispelled all her fear
They came together, cuddled up
She lifted the fawns head
Gave her a kiss, like her Mum did
Before she went to bed
Could they be friends for ever now
It could be so, and yet
It may be just one episode
A glimpse is all you get
The Great Horned Owl sits on his branch
Surveys the land around
Searching for some prey to eat
He knows they do abound
His head turns near full circle
His stomach needs to fill
Has to see a movement
Misses any that stay still
A Hare looks out but does not see
The threat up in the tree
Leaves the shelter of the bush
Was a better place to be
He crosses the wide open ground
To where he starts to feed
The Horned Owl glides without a sound
A beat increases speed
Talons reaching for the strike
Still has not been seen
Time is up for this poor Hare
Whose vision was not keen
The Owl will feed his family
Has plenty for some days
Nature always has a say
In who leaves and then who stays
It was the dream of night to write her message in verses of romance on nature’s ballad
So, the rising morn painted passions of heart on marigold arc in vermilion and purple
For that’s what Venus said love was, when moon relayed night’s song to amative dawn
January 8, 2020
Threesome poetry contest by Silent One