Nature Concrete Poems | Examples
These Nature Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Concrete Nature poems written by international poets.
the
high
sun,
soft green,
the stem twisting,
a silver sheen, scented
breezes played, beneath
the summer sun is aglow.
the midday heat begins
to grow, and breathes
its oil into the flow,
while shadows
gently flow, to
wait in quiet
shade, no
resisting.
green
it spun.
to
I feel best in nature far from city blocks.
Peace comes from viewing God's beautiful stages.
Medicinal are streams, trees and even rocks.
On natural land every sense engages.
I so love all of outdoors genuine sounds,
my happy inner child playfully abounds.
All earthly vistas mankind has not tainted
are heavenly views and feels that God painted.
Gray, gloomy and cold are the steel and concrete
of large, sprawling cities built to fulfill greed.
Clustered strangers press buttons to cross a street
and are dwarfed by buildings for which land did bleed.
There are blocks of humans from rich to homeless
where trauma and apathy leave hearts boneless.
Even in June, I loathe how cold cities feel.
I have no guess why to many they appeal.
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FLOWERING :
In sequence.
A loop. Musical
Nests. A Visual
Order. Seeded
Hidden. Encryption
Like a secret. An algorithmic code
Harmony nesting in the seed
Awaiting release
Fibonacci
In eyes
sparkle of
butterflies
On
her
back
Wears
A shield
Tough as
That of
an aged
Turtle
.
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Have attempted Haiku in Concrete
Reflections
Concrete and steel,
black windows,
multi-level buildings.
Artificial constructs
meant to keep humans
protected from nature.
Grass and trees
mere reflections
in the dark black glass.
Or are the buildings
mere reflections of
nature.
What is real and
what are ghostly reflections?
In our modern world
we have isolated ourselves
so much that it is difficult to know.
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New Day
I sit watching god’s creatures of the night,
fleeing from the ever-approaching dawn.
A bright orange and red haze caresses the horizon.
Beyond this is the sun.
Slowly ever so slowly rising above the edge of the earth:
to explode into an orange ball of fire.
Sending a red river of shimmering light across the water,
now it is dawn.
I can hear the cries of a seagull as it gracefully glides by me.
In the water ducks swim around,
as the sun lights up the world.
It becomes morning,
it is dawn no more,
but a new day.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
*O*O*O*O*
brilliant
beautiful
blue
sky
*~blesses~*
beautiful
brilliant
blue
lake
((*~*~*~*))
(dancing
celestial
objects)
o--*--o
******
o--------------------o
o--*--o
_______!_______
....}~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~{....
(revolving
sea of
stars)
o--*--o
******
?_____________?
o--*--o
_______!_______
(cosmic detonations)
....{~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~}....
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
(devouring
dark
singularities)
*--o--*
**--**
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tiny
salamander
in my garden
looking up at me
skittish and
o o scurrying about o o
o o greenish shades o o
o o of scales o o
spots and stripes
he’s out of his
element loves
moist habitats
hides by day
feeds by night
o o cute but vicious o o
o o o o strong jaws o o o o
o sharp teeth o
eats juicy
insects
worms
snails
. scurries
. about
. under
the .
warm .
glow .
of .
the
. sun
AP: 2nd place 2025
it might as
well be my birthday
as i hold nature’s gift in my hand
i pause to caress it before i indulge
its form shapely its skin fresh and smooth
there’s nothing like it to ignite all my senses
i gently cut into the skin and each time is a joy
as the fruit reveals its rich deep amber color
and its lush ripeness oozes with juices
a delectable feast for my eyes
that smells absolutely
divine
the mango belongs on a pedestal because
i swoon with delight
when
this
fruit
touches my lips
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
hello hello
butterfly flutterby
epitome of symmetry
graceful & elegant
modest & innocent
whispering
hues & color
spreading loving cheer
a breath sweet kiss
a bit of bliss
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~HELLO BUTTERFLY~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2020
POTD October 2, 2019
Submitted on October 1, 2019 for contest Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly sponsored by DEAR HEART- WIISHKOBE ODE - RANKED 1ST
The Hula Hoop
Capitalizing on any given situation borderS,
On acquisitiveness or generositY,
Where both parties wanT
More bang for theiR
Buck, therebY
CertifyinG
CloseR
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WherebY
EstablishinG
A permanent unioN
pilot fish eats large
sharks parasites clean so the
sharks do not eat them
***The above CONCRETE form is the statement described by its shape
The below HAIKU form describes the statement via a natural event
Being well-rounded I decided to call this the HULA HOOP
2019 August 19
*5th Place*
Invitation to Play
~~Sheri Fresonke Harper
A cyclone and a whirlwind,
a twister of a typhoon;
capricious, turbulent,
winds mighty and destructive.
After, a calming cool
ensuing gentle breeze,
now softly blowing on your skin;
easing the weary mind and
soothing the perplexed soul.
Time now brings all things restored.
God's faithful abatement covenant,
seen while feeling the afterwards breeze.
Journeys
There are many journeys...
There are journeys in which we as travelers observe
the world from conventional windows of body and mind.
There is another journey which involves a recognition
that I Am much more than my old belief that my limited
body and mind is who I am. Also.. to discover that my
belief in limitation is the root of my suffering and
longing. The new journey belongs to the experience of
Non-Duality, in which are found to be two legs: the
inward, and the outward. The inward leg results in the
discovery of our Unlimited nature, and the outward leg
is a "return" to the world..beginning a life-long
realignment in our lives based on a joyful new
Understanding...