Nature Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
These Nature Iambic Pentameter poems are examples of Iambic Pentameter poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Iambic Pentameter Nature poems written by international poets.
Now this species known as modern mankind
Goes after selfish aims to feed its mind
Its actions all focus upon self gain
And so it must pursue its greedy game
Its every effort is aimed on profit
And in this pursuit it wrecks the planet
It's happy when it's grabbing all in haste
But we must not mention its filthy waste
It exploits for it's always on the make
Plundering and polluting for its own sake
It fails to see there may be some comeback
When Mother Nature starts to give it flack
Maybe this species that's known as mankind
Will open its eyes and then change its mind
The rain set me adrift inside a dream
My mind was on a painting miles upstream
An unforgotten "en plein" I once viewed
A light pastoral springtime interlude
Two horses, one snow white, one shiny black
Two barefoot boys in blue jeans ride bareback
Through pasture weeds bloomed orange almost red
White fluffy mountains loomed as thunderheads
A lightning bolt sends thunder through gray skies
The vivid colors blend in teary eyes
One brother's love becomes a blurry stain
Through windows streaked with rivulets of rain
From inside looking out my hourglass
I watched as nature painted winter's grass
Entranced from listening to her rhythmic rune
One April watercolor afternoon
by Daniel turner
An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high
And in the morning breeze it softly sings
Red Indian paintbrushes are in bloom
As are the downy phlox and dogwood trees
How sweet the smell of birth in nature's womb
Attracting butterflies and honey bees
The passerine song birds are in full throat
While woodpeckers and sap suckers keep time
Mid air, white cotton hayseeds gently float
So gracefully they dance their pantomime
And in that moment, in the tarnished hay
The gurgling springs still hidden from my view
With nature's springtime beauty on display
I heard her say a peaceful. "I love you"
by Daniel Turner
Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come alive.
Blue herons wade, perched hawks take treetop views
Colorful fish seek shelter in the shade
The bullfrogs sing for rain, from grassy pews
Mix sights and sounds of nature, all stress fades
Late evening, we share tales around a fire
First one who tells a lie, don't stand a chance
Each time a story's told, the stakes get higher
Night breezes make sparks rise and shadows dance
As eyes begin to dry, we start to crash
A night time serenade in Bullfrog Valley
The orange glow turns into white hot ash
The moon provides the light in nature's galley.
by Daniel Turner
it snowed and snowed on the day I was born
and for that reason I love falling snow;
in dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn
and from my pen the words just drip and flow.
And from a child, I was quiet and odd
choosing to read old books and write my words;
I would wander in nature and be awed
loving the songs and beauty of sweet birds.
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May 3, 2017
(Edit from March 2016)
Rhyme/ Iambic Pentameter/The Reason Is
Copyright Protected, ID 897731
For the contest, Rhymed, Metered Poem
sponsor, Janice Carnedy
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Rhyme Scheme - abab cdcd
Rhyming - checked on Rhymezone.com
Syllables- checked on HowManySyllables. com
THE ROSE
Her heart with fragrant beauty shows
The womb her silken hands enclose
But curling fingers edged with gold
Must wither soon as they grow old
And as her petals curl with age
To gently fall like turning page
They will in memory oft repeat
To us a scent that lingers sweet
And from a child- I was quiet and odd,
Choosing to read old books and write my words;
I would wander in nature and be awed,
Loving the songs and beauty of sweet birds.
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March 26, 2016
Iambic Pentameter
SWASTIKA
What danger's now beneath our very eyes
born of forgetfullness? 0! Time it flies!
and before long, lays to the past
the very things we should have last,
but much too soon, all memory it dies;
and then the xenophobic nature shows,
from places where you'd never think it grows
and nourished by the futures' doubt
we feed on it, and let it out
until it's grown beyond what heaven knows;
all blame is layed to any who remind,
that they are grouped into another kind,
and when we need to symbolize
what's here and plain before our eyes,
a crooked cross is all that we can find.
© vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Life has cruel ways of muting emotions
Over time in how we treat each other
Manifest and shameful self promotion
At the expense of loved one’s own druthers
Forgetting the passion igniting fire
With the excuse we’re busy and stressed
Denies quite natural human desire
Honesty and fidelity to test
Love backs up our romantic interest
Keeping us engaged emotionally
Denying love creates awkward distance
Lonely nights and lonely days equally
Prioritize now and do not delay
For we are never given tomorrow
Promote passion today, too busy at bay
Jump start romance and save yourself sorrow
wind pushes the leaves
tumbling them against the door....
mouse scurries under