Nature Blank Verse Poems | Examples
These Nature Blank Verse poems are examples of Blank Verse poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Blank Verse Nature poems written by international poets.
Summer has almost passed
in the Southwest -- slight
edge taken off, optimistic
with the shorter days --
shorter, darker days
has nothing to do with
spiritual content, in the
desert -- God blesses those
who survive as well as the
blistered dead. Fall, we
start leaving our dens,
our human bear connection.
Dare we venture back into
the sunny days? Looking
forward to garments, and
cold water from the cold water
tap -- colored leaves and crispy,
crunching while walking is
evident to the mountain dwellers --
but in the valley deserts, Fall is
recognized more by the thawing,
so to speak -- our season of cooler
drippy celebration! A chance for
splashing in puddles, and doing
happy Rain-dances! Monsoon
for Desert Rat Bloom! Maybe
I will even shave before taking
my first Winter Airing.
Culture and Taste**
Her walk, her smile, and the way she carries herself embody something far greater than mere Black pride; they reflect the essence of a future First Lady. She knows the reality of being down on her luck and understands the struggle of facing financial hardships. Michelle Obama, a woman of substance, stood by her husband with remarkable ease and grace, embracing her rich culture and refined taste.
“Oh! Yes, we can!” resonates once more. Proud by nature and proud by choice—onward, Christian soldiers! Barack and First Lady Michelle Obama truly represent the people's choice.
A gull glides slowly
Through the cloud-grey sky
No sign of hurry,
No hint of worry
Content thus to fly.
Dramatic contrast
To the traffic down below
Human hurry
Human rush
As though its sinful
To go slow.
Maybe somehow
In a very little while
I’ll let time take
Its gentle course
And gull-like
Peaceful go.
Our summer crops are in and larders full
So we are now well stocked for winter’s worst
When we will face freezing Arctic attacks.
Our stock contains dried fruits, roots and nuts
Along with several sacks of grain to grind
To make the flour to bake the daily bread.
And we have pickled veg in pots galore.
Beetroot, onions, shredded red cabbage and
Several jars of yellow piccalilli.
We have some salted meat and some smoked fish.
We’ve flagons of cider from fermented pears -
Sufficient to keep us high for many years.
Once more we‘ll endure wild winter weather.
But now we must have Harvest Festival
To offer our thanks to Mother Nature
For the soil, sunshine and essential rain.
Now it's time to taste this season's cider.
Our summer crops are in and larders full.
The Storm uttered his vengeful voice
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his mighty hands.
The trees cried loudly as they were rent.
The rivers drank more than they could bear.
Creatures hid in quivering protest
As the storm’s soldiers marched quickly by.
When he passed there came a gentle touch.
His life was squandered in his fury.
The sky shone forth his bright epitaph
And mere mortals spoke ill of the dead.
Upon the earth renewed life sprang forth
And nature was blessed by his fury.
The hatred of the Storm King withal
Became the source of much grace below.
I thought I’d have to leave my favored spot
and go inside this warm and humid day.
My pleas for respite must have been perceived,
for Nature sent a lilting, soothing breeze,
enabling me to have more time outdoors.
3s
Thank You God
Thank you, God, for your love and wisdom. Even in moments of doubt, I tried to keep my faith discreet. Many times, I felt the weight of my sins, knowing that conscience is not just a guide but a compass. I speak for myself when I say that each day,
I struggle with the inevitable tasks and the pain inflicted by evildoers. Today would have been his birthday, a bittersweet reminder that evildoers cannot harm us for long if we believe in your power.
I have come too far to let regrets weaken me. I am too proud and too strong for shame or regret.
Please, always come to me when I am in doubt. Keep shining your light upon me and keep my mind healthy.
My vision is clear, and I know my children will be happy and safe. I will fight for daily strength to move forward. I will adhere to your words and find rest in your guidance. You know me better than I know myself, and I love you, Lord.
Your mercy never fails me.
I grieve for others more than I should, perhaps being too mythopoetic. I am mortal, a giver by nature, and proud of the choices I have made.
I am who I am, black by nature, and I embrace my identity with pride.
The Hurricane and Florida
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed attraction to her splendor but did not see
she had a tail, my ardor cooled
as the old tale tells, humans and trolls do not
mix, life is best lived along racial lines
I had to reject her, but by doing so, she released
a flood of tears that released a surge that was sensed
all the way to Florida
Wonderful autumn colours
Enhance the branches,
Shrubs and bushes,
Hedges, trees.
The leaves have done
Their summer work
Of cleansing air
And feeding vegetation.
As daylight shortens
Leaves downwards sail
Recycling
Into needy soil.
A glorious process
God’s design
Without which
All of poor mankind
Would lifeless sink
And see no more
His glory
In autumn.
I must have been an Indian in another life
for I see the Great Father
in the clouds
I hear him in the trees, loving the way
he makes the cottonwood leaves twinkle
and flutter in silver and gray prettiness
I give thanks to him staring into a cumulus cloud
fluffy as a cotton ball, unmoving and serious
it makes me laugh
if my feet worked like they used to, I would twirl
around and around staring into the sky
loving the feel of nature as it silently watches
there is so much to appreciate and adore in the world
yellow daffodils, aromatic lilacs, fuzzy mosses,
big juicy red tomatoes
I spin a tiny bit
for I cannot
not spin….
The rain makes my smile shine like the sun
The rain makes my tears weigh less
The rain makes it easier to float when anxiety swallows me
The rain gives my flowers personality to drink
The rain gives breath to nature starving and dying by our hand
The rain gives me puddles of laughter in depression
The rain is everything I need except when I don't want it to rain
The rain makes me slow down and appreciate life
p.s. go dance with the rain next time your mind is cloudy...
The last time I could remember seeing you was 2017
Life was one big song
You know the one that plays from the voice of the vinyl
A unique raspy calm like sand on the beach
Where you forget everything and just breathe
Watching mother nature smile made me mirror her
Watching the mind of her heavens made me want to lasso the moon and kiss her sun
Family is the one thing that can be so dangerous but held by the hands of beauty
For just a moment I remembered life is really a beauty
Full of shattered glass memories as clear as yesterday
And for a moment I forgot the death of a smile
p.s. don't forget your tears can be happy...
The eagle has landed
A very electric man who has vast riches
has hitherto behaved as your next-door neighbor
he might think he is that neighbor
He is not
An eagle sits on top of a tree, on branches further
down lesser birds that fly in formation
the eagle flies alone and harbors a loathing for
ducks and gees
He knows argumentative crows can be bothersome
he leaves a trail open for them, a path
that he can pretend to join when a hunt is not
disturbing the eagle's instinct
This is, if we like it or not, the way the nature
someone is doomed to be the leader
to keep the rabbits in check, les they should demand equity
I myself, more than society am I
A delusional world beyond belief struggle
Or obstacle of movement as a mountain
Controversy world torn between two souls
One heart's breathe to survive who we are
Kind soul that its anger rage so
Killer instinct the body feels excite
Even killer smiles behind face hidden
Lost being in ourselves a unseen truth
They kill the truth, sparing their tears
A society gone mad, controversy wars rein
Crying helplessly from darkness ruins
Destroy all that is good kings shout
Slave to man for their greed we feed
Only you be chosen, your innocent free
Convicted by words, right or wrong
In ourselves we fight in contamination
A poison of blood drips a fiercely change
Or just who we are, we are not same
The one I know before controversy hit
Who are we that cities..lives are devastated
People die, hunger, homeless; veterans forgotten
That even in ourselves we forget one
As world go extinct, nature barely existence
Controversy, no longer word but a problem
Tears Got No Pain
For Daisy Kirui
Can you hear the call far the yonder?
The still and clear mystery that afternoon? When Daisy took her heart to see you her son? And...And you still ponder?
"It's over, son, you're the sun... “I’ll keep to remind you.”
It hurts to remember the dispiriting efforts to gauge you, the absurdity, sudden bout of a liar,
and she still saw you her favorite measly "thing"
It's worth no mother's heart away from your pain she took-.
"Whirr your mind and try to shut down the sinking regrets"
The detention of guilt, folding and engulfing, "Son, turn it up, your star is rising"
Daisy made you believe in yourself,
and she turned to be the fairest person you ever met "You're bigger than your wrongs..."
And the tears flew...
And pain- pain taking a toll of staggering wonder Shy, blushed by her charming nature-.
That afternoon, dear son, should render joy.
No longer should tears motion you to run a guilt folding table its joy, rather than pain.