Nature Ekphrasis Poems | Examples
These Nature Ekphrasis poems are examples of Ekphrasis poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Ekphrasis Nature poems written by international poets.
poetic art
a brush stroke, perhaps a word...
so daring in its galliant debut -
onward...pulsing, pushing...
perhaps a time of remembrance...
perhaps an inkling to stir the mind...
drifting, searching...
of all the childhood haunts...
I remember your first endeavor ....
of leather and lace
Colors traced
And a sense of freedom
Through the fields of youth
Clouds rapidly fluctuating, from chalky white to smoky ash.
Rain falling down from the darkened sky.
Leaving a subtle scent of fresh earthy tones in its wake.
Is a picture worth a thousand words?
Is it the same with a song?
Is it worth a thousand pictures?
Who can deny the powerful images
evoked from Songs of Struggle and Protest –
a forte of common humanity?
A song can paint optimism, commitment, and a desire
for peace, freedom, and the right to live without
…Your Millions, Mister.
A piece of art sings in the minds of thousands.
It shouts injustices to the skies in loud color
and questions Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
in broad strokes.
A government of placid leaders who
Turn, Turn the other cheek and project calm and concern.
Ask your children,
What Did You Learn in School Today?
Lord, save us from ourselves.
From My Muddy Stream all the way
To My Old Brown Earth, I see inspiration and admiration for nature.
I see the waste and cry to the skies, God Bless the Grass!
There is strength, passion, and nonconformity
in picture and in song.
The one should affect us, touch us, stir us,
and fill us, Step By Step.
This isn't ink — it's blossom breath,
A message from a paper's depth.
That this is a blush pink breeze,
Not just a standing tree.
A story that narrates how spring once paused,
When petals fell without a cause.
A square of paper telling us,
Its quiet bloom still speaks to us.
That nothing lasts forevermore,
Except the trace this stamp once bore.
We pressed a petal into ink,
Reluctant to watch it go.
Stamped beneath the springtime glow,
All we remember are memories that flow.
A fleeting kiss this stamp shall show —
USPS: Cherry Blossom — symbol of spring in tow.
“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur.
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!
Our Time Together
hand in hand we stroll
window shopping our wishes
together on the couch trading laughs
as we guess the Jeopardy questions
making small talk over a dinner
we prepared together
hiking along our favorite trail
taking in the beauty of nature
art galleries are your favorite
and you fish with me
a gentle smile at the end of
a long day or a knowing glance
at night in bed, we caress each other
and talk of our time together
we run our fingers through
each other’s hair and we touch
Ramble Through a Birch Forest
the path is straight and narrow
not a rock in the way
birches as far as the eye can see
their trunks, like tall slender
asparagus stalks, reach skyward
their caps, leaves bunched
at the top like celery
I look at their white bark
imagining sweet birch beer
distilled or the sturdy canoes
dug out of tough trunks
I would like to stop
and ponder these things
but I must keep my date
with you
A Summers Idyl
warm summer’s day at the lake
inviting my wife and I to sit and enjoy
the water is a cool aqua blue
rich color of relaxation
slight breeze touches the surface
barely a ripple disturbs the scene
the green rowboat rocks at anchor
hoping we will avail ourselves of a ride
my wife dressed in her white chiffon dress
idly sits on the cool concrete steps
her broad brimmed hat perched on her blonde hair
to keep the yellow rays of the sun from her head
at the top of the steps, I have the best view
I can drink fully of the summer scene
mountains white
bathed in the light
of sunset bright
dusk lingers
sun's fingers
are joy bringers
humble homes
with tent-like domes
shine like chromes
nestled here
where nature's near
spreads tranquil cheer
pine trees tall
heeding winter's call
rustle in the squall
a river flows nearby
gurgling waters sigh
lingering dusk catches my eye
and reminds me of...
... God on high
Forging in expectation
a moment unseen
To enrich her palette
with emerald and cerulean
She approaches her stage
a white canvas of snow
As she softy begins a ballad
in harmonious crescendo
A brushstroke so daring
yet resevered to proclaim
To taunt the wandering eye
In a delicate maze
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As one yellow daisy blows in the wind
Green mountains touch blue skies
While a song invites you in....
Dusk Contemplation
The cool mist settles in
as the sun gives a final
farewell for the evening.
Vibrant orange hues signal
an end to the long day as
the sky darkens.
I stand alone on a hill
watching the scene unfold
as dusk deepens.
My house beckons me and I
will return there when the
light has faded.
For the moment I drink
all of this in, refreshed
and ready for rest.
Moonlit Shipwreck At Sea, 1901 Thomas Moran (1837-1926)
A misty memory
Touch a bleeding heart
Through a moonlit beam
Peering from storm clouds
A light of hope
Revealing a story
To late to redeem
Upon the sea
Crystalline drops
Dancing free
Touch facets
In the mind
Of painted memories
Drowning dreams
Crying in pain
Write a story of love
Floating
In a distant galaxy
Mesmerizing
Melancholy
Leaves a haunting
Brush stroke
Upon the moon
Slipping away
Hot Breath
excited crowd waits impatiently
earthquakes shake the ground
lava heated boiling water
pushes towards the surface
hot steam spews from the vent
anticipation grows, ready for the eruption
a mighty whoosh and the vented steam
reaches for the blue sky
for a duration of ninety seconds
the crowd is awed by natures power
with a gurgle the steam cloud
settles back into the earth to await
another cycle
Gathering remnants where facets remain
I add a touch in a brush stroke of dream
Of lemon sun possibilities
Upon an emerald grove of trees
Resting near a subtle blue lake
Dotted with red posies
Lost in a dream
Chartreuse mountains reach high
Blue skies redeem
the meaning of life
Lost in a fantasy
A subtle river runs free
Birds of flight flutter
As my muse is complete
For nature and all its beauty
A gift given for free
Touching the vast unknown
From one spiritual seed
paving the way for our grasp
of the inevitable future
a lad insane or
androgynous
being true to oneself
we are mere husks
of emotional ineptitude
like the celestial tides
they ebb and flow
only checked
by other’s opinions:
‘Cowboys don’t cry’
an injustice to nature
being in touch with your inner psyche
is a sign
of emotional security
far more valuable than
intellectual IQ
which some sadly lack
compensating for it
in wild proclamations
citing dubious ‘facts’
if empathy is a female trait
then honour it in all beings
as Starman is accompanied
on his cosmic journey
by strains of Space Oddity
and Life on Mars?
his conceptual songs
that paved the way for us all …