Nature Beauty Poems | Examples
These Nature Beauty poems are examples of Beauty poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Beauty Nature poems written by international poets.
Marked with awesome color-change radiance
Autumn showcases marvelous wonders
Designed by great God, devoid of blunders
Exposing great nature’s glorious brilliance.
Fall’s beauty shines in every hue’s detail
Midst phenomenon that’s iridescent
Seen through foliage so magnificent
As glowing leaves of magenta prevail.
Grand season shows Autumn’s lovely delight
Boughs in crimson, scarlet, orange do blend
Soon turning to russet or auburn trend…
Such keeps me inspired for poetic flight.
this caramelise animation
with nearsighted obscureness
again darkly blushingly arrive
billions bespeckle ebulliently tilted
in balletic rioting
ebon will languidly linger
to tiptoe clockwise
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
Copyright © 2017 / 2026 Gregory Richard Barden
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
from the deep fells of September
I stand tip-toe on Autumn's reach
longing to see the late-day blush
or a June lark through dewy haze
but all that meets my hopeful eye?
October, dropping bright bloomers
and the cold, graying cloaks beyond.
Copyright © 2019 / 2026 Gregory Richard Barden
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
This Moment
Inspiration is education.
Reciprocate, energize.
I like whimsical things-
Spiral columns, rainbow rings.
Elucidate, open eyes
To synchronicity, vibration of dragonflies,
Sense revolution, evolving synergies.
Inhale fresh-baked sun rays;
Drink wind that flutters feathered wings.
Smell the silence, taste the fire,
Within this moment of surprise.
~ARCantu, 08/06/2021
"Wake within the Rose Wilderness,"
with the sky of pinks as this day closes.
"I beseech the sun to undress the stars,"
as the moon comes over the crest.
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn,"
in the morning light as the sun climbs out of bed.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch,"
today will the hot sun burn me once more?
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Like the daily sun without the nightly moon.
Beautiful tree leaf
Multi-colored rain droplets
Illuminated
You're the artist with the pen,
the painter with the brush,
the designer with the colour swatches.
You interpret your dreams,
give rise to your ambition,
create your ideal future.
Your vision crystallizes at will,
draws upon your imagination
to materialize your surroundings.
There may be times of ugliness
when the world seems dark and
intent on dragging you down.
Remember this too shall pass,
renew your closeness with nature
and replenish that innate beauty and joy.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The loons haunt the sunset
Whispered warning in the darkness
Alert the fawn as it slowly sips
A last golden arrow
Pierces the edges of nightfall
Tiptoes across the silent lake
Each ripple an unseen presence
Both prey and predator
Searching for each other
The moon square dances
With its prancing shadows
Changing partners on the wind
The stars hold their applause
classic cran companion tunelessly twirlingly retiring
noiselessly in normalcy ,
lambertia on the glowing stairway
and whispering sunberry reflection
with prim parallel pass .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
Nature
is fickle,
so life
must always
adapt,
and evolve:
as small
mutations
spark change.
Sentient
beings
seek out God,
for they
believe souls;
will ascend.
The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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I was awakened by the cuckoo
inexorably lusciously jeweled
and to a bobcat pantingly passing
enlivened ashton spirits
beauteous unfruitful rhythmic
respite
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
wild winds start to sigh
dancing leaves in hurried swirl
nature's ballet grand
golden leaves descend
whispering secrets to earth
a gentle farewell
sunlight, softer now
paints the world in amber hues
nature's final blush
geese fly overhead
a journey to distant lands
their calls mount to sky
pumpkins in the field
waiting for joyful harvest
sweetness from the soil
apples ripe and sweet
juice drips down the eager chin
taste of autumn's joy
longer shadows creep
as the day begins to wane
peace rests in the soul
scent of wood smoke drifts
carried on the crisping air
old memories stirred
misty mornings rise
veils of white across the land
quiet beauty seen
crisp air fills the lungs
a cleansing breath for the soul
preludes winter`s hold.