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
I think sometimes of the life there once was:
Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods
And insects flitted between the flowers.
But when greedy hands infected the land,
The beauty was ruined; life lost its home—
And the gentle calls of sparrows and swifts
Were quickly replaced with thundering guns
Foxes found their homes within dead bodies,
And owls on the hunt flew above shellfire;
Butterflies drank from the growing poppies,
Tainted by the blood of the innocent,
That grew like a plague sent to cleanse the land.
In some places, only the dead remained,
Strewn about randomly and carelessly—
Lying like dolls on a child’s playroom floor;
Never even given a proper grave.
With patience, they wait to be discovered—
To be welcomed home by beloved arms;
But, within all their rosy dreams of home,
Hides the truth they have known for far too long:
They remained forgotten; their names are dead.
Out of anguish for all those who were killed,
Nature returned to reclaim its power.
"We credit nature for Earth's lovely art-
whose brush is led by God right from the start."
_by Poet
God's artistry through nature's brush creates
outstanding mysteries of grand design;
complexity of forms and colors states-
God's masterful control is genuine.
A peacock's train- such beauty to behold;
kaleidoscopic masterpiece, for sure;
a brilliant fan that opens to unfold
such beauty only He can form, ensure.
The peacock lifts its fan up several feet-
then makes it shiver to enhance the glow
as rows of perfect circled patterns beat
to rhythm in kaleidoscopic flow.
How can its feathers grow to paint this art-
a layered fan that rises full and wide?
So flawlessly designed and set apart-
kaleidoscope of God's art- held inside.
March 11, 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge - 'K' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: Kaleidoscopic - No. 10
The art displayed by nature is a gift-
sometimes not noticed in a passing glance.
To pause, look, and admire creates a shift
as we observe this artwork- not by chance.
Yes, nature paints with its creative tools,
those grand designs on species of the wild.
It never deviates from patterned rules-
like how a Zebra's fancy coat is styled.
Amazing how those stripes, concentered-placed
around the neck extend into its mane.
The inkblot images continue, traced;
the balance of true symmetry, sustain.
The diamond shape of stripes upon its face
and those that meet precisely, strait or flared,
reveal that God steers nature's brush with grace;
how else could such perfection be declared?
December 4, 2021
Contest: You Select Again
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I often think about Earth's oceans- deep
and taking up three-quarters of its size.
Our continents are islands in the sweep
of water worlds- alive beneath our skies.
Great depths of liquid mystery are they;
home of the largest sea life we have seen,
like whales- or giant squid that hide- away
in deep, dark voids below the surface scene.
Some life within our oceans do defy
the rules of nature that apply on land;
all shapes and sizes- lights that glorify
with bioluminescence- colors grand.
So many unsolved secrets lie within
the darkest depths of this aquatic realm.
Like cosmic space- our oceans are akin
in holding mysteries that overwhelm.
A universe its own, our oceans share
enigmas of strange life formed long ago.
Of many species, surely we're aware;
yet, others far from view, dwell deep below.
September 23, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: "O" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 09/24/2021
Torrential downpours batter the awning
Above my bedroom during early spring
Tip, tap the water collects and drains from
The downspout to the black, impervious road;
Far in the distance are ominous skies;
Thunder crashes loudly and lightning strikes,
Hurling concise bolts through the hazy gloom;
The wailing wind fires volleys of pure hell,
Gusting and swirling and uprooting trees;
I wish the rain away like the rhyme says,
But chaos reigns and lingers in this place;
I yearn for the pleasant, penetrating
Rays of the golden sun to appear now;
Alas! It has forsaken us today,
But there is always hope for tomorrow!
The Autumn Leaves fell down and down to Earth,
to feel the gentle touch of our Mother;
The Time, it ticked away,"Seconds" it snatched,
went devastating Life's much long, a stay;
It is as if, to hear the cry of Earth,
that Wars have come and gone and even stayed;
No Wonder Earth will once but shed the cries,
and Yellow Sun will once become the Red;
The Autumn Leaves fell down and down to Earth,
to feel the gentle touch, and cried and burned.
(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)
Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.
The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene she twirls a lock of hair
as lips betray a fleeting wistful smile.
Though far away, his presence lingers near;
his kiss like sunlight’s warmth on shoulders bare.
It seems to her, he whispers in her ear.
She breathes the fragrance of his tender care.
A sigh escapes her lips as she recalls
his body close to hers in moonlit night.
The promise that he made before goodbye
now makes her quiver with a strange delight.
For she has yet to know the fervent thrill
that overtakes the soul in love's embrace.
On his return, he’ll claim her for his own
but now each nymph of nature wears his face.
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© A Callman collaboration~ March 2020
Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent,
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.
The wind intrudes on chain of mellow thoughts;
it sifts through youthful zest deprived of guile.
With gaze serene, she twirls a lock of hair
as lips betray a fleeting wistful smile.
Though far away, his presence lingers near;
his kiss like sunlight’s warmth on shoulders bare.
It seems to her, he whispers in her ear.
She breathes the fragrance of his tender care.
A sigh escapes her lips as she recalls
his body close to hers in moonlit night.
The promise that he made before goodbye
now makes her quiver with a strange delight.
For she has yet to know the fervent thrill
that overtakes the soul in love's embrace.
On his return, he’ll claim her for his own,
but now each nymph of nature wears his face.
A Callman Collaboration
Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian
A walk in solitude is sometimes best
to weigh my thoughts in nature's open-air
and put my heart and soul to needed rest
where only I, with quiet beauty, share.
For then, when inner troubles wake and stir,
the beauty of the sky can wrap around
with softness, like a blanket- swaddle, blur
my problems until good resolves are found.
The singing of the birds lifts up my heart;
their melodies soothe well my anxious mind,
as if they speak to me alone, impart
a peacefulness where tensions soon unwind.
The swaying, tall tree branches wave to me
with graceful arms that gently pull me in,
Their motion holds my mind in fantasy,
and like a child, I feel caressed within.
A walk in solitude is my sweet gift,
for side by side with nature, I'm reborn
with its fresh air and beauty- such a lift
to leave behind my cares, soon gone, outworn.
Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap up warm, keeps death at bay, heed, now play!
Spring
If it sticks to form, new life created.
Greedy winter lingers Jack Frost fickle.
Climate change is causing all life to stress!
But she, Mother Nature forced, her plight doomed!
Summer
The best for a very long time, warning,
Presents problematic drought, hosepipe bans!
Use it wisely, enjoy, have loads of fun.
Summer, time for laughter, seaside picnics.
Autumn
The end results of spring, summer, their plight!
For most flora, respite and autumn hues,
Orange, yellow and red and gold, enjoy!
Eyesights, banquets, behold the joy of death!
Climate Change
The cause, planet earth has tilted, a fact!
Nothing to do with pollution but heed
Don't be complacent pollution must stop!
It does affect and help climate warming!
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To write six lines of smiles I'll find a treat,
for my best friend, nature, in spring, a joy!
Birds sing, bring cheer, new life, alleluia!
Small bird, the Jenny wren, full of gusto!
Will bring a smile to your face, his volume!
He sings for the world, six lines, in good taste!
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When line SIX is a perfect FIX. Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Silent One
06/18/2018
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
Lake, Pond, and Kettle
The lake is glistening beneath the sun,
and paddle boats leave ripples in the light.
The sky above, a lovely turquoise blue
with fluffy cotton-candy clouds in sight.
Sightseers settle on the wooden porch;
from rocking chairs, survey the lovely views.
While others, by the pond of large Coy fish,
observe their colors and designs that fuse.
Inquisitive and friendly, on the hunt,
they swim around the center fountain spray;
come close to take bread from a waiting hand,
then flip their tails to 'round again, make way.
Inside the lodge, it's four o'clock...tea time;
and coffee too is served, if you're inclined.
From the huge copper kettle tea is poured,
and cookies wait with cream and lemon rind.
The 'tea at four' at Mohonk Mountain House
is one of many joys at this retreat's
amazing, peaceful settings to relax
with nature's beauty, tea, and cookie treats.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Lake, Pond, Kettle
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Rules: Use Words: Lake, Pond, Kettle
Judged: 05/17/2018