Nature Elegy Poems | Examples

These Nature Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Elegy Nature poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberAt The Grave Side

At the grave side
Always a moment for 
 deep reflection 
About life and its fleeting
 nature
We are reminded that life
 is but a breath
We are a breath short before
 we join the dead.

The grave though silent, yet 
 speaks volumes
It tells the story of a life once
 lived
Love once shared and legacies
 left.

Questions coming to the fore
Am l living or existing
Am I leaving a legacy
Am I loving enough and
Am i giving enough
Thoughts at the grave side.

  (Written on the 3rd of December, 2024)


Premium MemberNo One Sees My Tears

I love walking in the rain
Because no one sees my tears
The drops mask my pain
And wash away my fears

The thunder drowns out my sobs
As lightning lights my way
I find comfort in the drops
That fall upon my face

No longer do I have to hide
My sorrow from the world
The rain becomes my guide
And my tears are unfurled

I know that I'm not alone
As the storm rages on
Nature heals my broken soul
And I feel like I belong

So let the rain keep falling down
And let my tears flow free
In this moment I have found
The peace that eludes me

Premium MemberAksum Of The Covenant

Old Persian expedition of eight ships
Eight hundred soldiers on board with whips
Traveled and vanquished Aksumites of good gesture
People of worship, peace and humane nature

Aksum of ivory and gold
Many stories, forgotten and untold
Ripped of faith, freedom and sold
Queen of beauty blazed houses of the laity and cold

Forty years all devouts left defenseless and bleak
On the frail grounds under scorching sunny peak
Yet stones of faith stood tall over the weak
Images of the Cross on coins, strong faith 
  of the banished people speak

Cairns of unnamed heroes and heroines of faith
Christians of unity, subjects of the saith
Above all afflictions and tribulations from the cursed breath
Bright lights dwell on good, strong souls 
  chained by shadowed wraith

Premium MemberBye-Bye-Birdie

Feathered candy in the sky 
amidst the trees
melodies tickling silver leaves.
upon the breeze
a taxidermist dream

Premium MemberDeath of a Poet

A man of artistic nature
swept homeward heaven's way
a poet whose life on earth is done
now setting stage in heaven's domain.

Rest in peace fellow poet John Heck


Premium MemberWretched Grief

Oh, the wretched grief father, it haunts me each day,
I think of you in moments so you are always in my heart;
father, you were a simple man but a very great man,
you never hurt another human being and were kind to all.
Teaching me many things along our journey, of nature and life,
things like to do my very best always- to never burn my bridges;
that, to back down in a fight is not weakness- but a strength,
           and that life is like chapters in a book . . . 


__________________________
April 7, 2019


Poetry/Elegy/Wretched Grief
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1132-803-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Premium Memberocean elegy

~     songbird croons his love ...



                                   night and day as his true heart



                    lays still ... on the sand     ~







~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Bird Themed Haiku" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Sponsor & Judge.

Premium MemberI Dream In Tornado

I dream in tornado,
          gray spinning 
               blade of pulsing
                       mother 
                                fn 
                                pain

Premium MemberTears of Joy

Tears of Joy

			God cried today; His tears fertilized 
			     Mother Earth’s womb; 
		         The fragrance of nature saturated the air.

			Tomorrow I will cry upon your grave
			     Laughing tears  
			Falling from pregnant memories:
                             Pregnant memories

			Washing away grief’s gloom
                             Watering love
			And the happiness of peace we shared.

Premium MemberIn Memory of the Family Dog

for Sam

We take turns stabbing 
with our shovel at rocky clay dirt
until the cut's deep 
enough for what little remains 
of our family dog.
Warm wet salt drops--
on my tongue as
I sip wine from a fragile glass
Stare through to hawks 
swimming in October winds
circling hills full of Diablo
full of still, 
old oaks--
small, 
petrified, bony.

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