Nature Image Poems | Examples
These Nature Image poems are examples of Image poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Image Nature poems written by international poets.
Upon horizons running line, I gaze
Where heavens sky and sea connect
Creating a shoreline with perfect edge
My serenity to enjoy tranquil thoughts
Mesmerised standing on the brink
Upon heavens shoreline enjoy standing
Gentle lapping water
rolls sequently onto shore
like tiny crystals highlighted by the shining sun.
Blackened tree stumps stand
like soldiers on watch.
A pelican skins across the surface of the lake
in search of a tasty morsel
beneath murky waters.
The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
undisturbed
he resumes his peaceful nap.
Campfires send
spiralling puffs of smoke
upwards,
carried away wit the wind
followed by another smoke signal.
The sandy banks
with mounds of trodden turrets
lay in wait
fir creatures on dusk
patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.
The setting sun slowly
sinks
sending silver shimmers
across the lake.
Again as nightfall
descends
another day closes.
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that boy
steed
fer yuh tuh
steel (((thump))) (i mean'd thund'er)
mine
hey dude
hey
can yuh hear
((me))
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piskies of nature
ceidwads of human treasure
impish folks of lore
A child’s smiling face
A sunrise shining on a field of flowers
An orchestra fluidly keeping pace
In this World of ours
A hateful cold man’s face
A bomb’s blast sees ash from flesh makes rock from towers
An ocean of starvation born of greed’s embrace
On this Earth of ours
A distracted blank face
A mind of apathy denies thought empowers
An era in darkness begs light to erase
In this Time of ours
Clouds of many forms, shifting in the sky,
Fading in and out, quietly passing by.
Seeing floating forms in full animation,
Requires a reset of mind’s vibration.
For one must look deeply beyond mere sight,
To see all the shapes in the dark and light.
Open channels of imagination,
Now you recognize the mind’s creation.
Cloud after cloud they begin to connect,
You still can’t decide just what to expect.
Coming into focus from bleak contrast,
The things you are seeing just cannot last.
Seeing with faith through an opened mind’s eye,
Created wonders in creation’s sky.
The clouds are swirling in the wind,
Unique designs appear within.
An artist’s brush could be the air,
For many forms are found up there.
Look up there, it’s a swimming whale,
‘Twill quickly change with the next gale.
It seems so strange to change so much,
It makes it hard to keep in touch.
There’s a ship with the flag raised high,
It slowly fades as it drifts by.
A dragon flies upon the mast,
With raging winds, it will not last.
One way to live with all this change,
Enjoy each form when it’s in range.
Then like a child with a new toy,
Each change will bring with it more joy.
Don’t allow fear to have its way,
Change will come with every new day.
Giving us a chance to mature,
A better chance to feel secure.
Image #5
Over calm seas the sun does rise
Far away and seeming so small
Truth is where our perspective lies
Over calm seas
One of the largest of them all;
Sea creature with bandits disguise
The sun balancing like a ball
So deceived by fallible eyes
This whale makes the sun rise and fall
Painting red, orange, yellow skies
Over calm seas
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
Sol gives birth to a brand new day.
And the flowers instinctively;
begin opening their petals.
Shadows scurry back into cracks,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
And color steps from the shadows,
as the moon completes its cycle.
A spectacular sun rises
to once more push back the darkness.
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
the sun illuminates the sky.
Dusk and Dawn are a package deal,
for light and dark are conjoined twins.
Dawn retrieves the day that Dusk lost,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
Gazing up at the stars at night;
Nature's cosmos tends to awe you.
You see ebony pierced by light;
devoid of all traces of blue.
And you feel small;
amidst it all.
A shooting star zips into sight,
providing a breathtaking view.
And watching it dissolve in flight;
seems somewhat magical to you.
A trick of time:
night looks sublime.
Dawn collapses Night, the stars disappear,
the crickets fall silent, and Sol rises.
And ebony bleeds with a scarlet smear,
as Nature dons one of many guises.
A sea of blue washes across the sky
as sunbeams color clouds candyfloss pink.
And as dragonflies flex their wings to fly,
shadowy silhouettes silently shrink.
While twittering songbirds sing to the sun,
butterflies fly from flower to flower.
And on silken threads that a spider spun;
dewdrops gleam in the early morning hour.
With one turn of Earth's planetary gear
Dawn collapses Night; the stars disappear.
I loved to stargaze on a warm Summer's night,
living in a country village as a boy.
The stars back then appeared amazingly bright,
providing hours of imaginative joy.
A breathtaking, almost spiritual sight,
the kids in cities never got to enjoy.
And to this day, some haven't seen a starry sky,
but I hope that they all will, before they die.
Imagine billions of stars scattered above,
like sparkling diamonds, twinkling in the pitch-black.
Away from the grinding gears of push and shove,
I'd silently listen to Nature's soundtrack.
And observe creation, basking in God's love,
spending hours just staring up, flat on my back.
Feeling connected, as a part of it all,
I'd look up in awe, watching shooting stars fall.
Splendiferous crystals;
Sparkling jewels of light.
Soft, fragile flakes falling,
Silently from the sky.
Spiraling, tumbling, and
Swirling down to the ground,
Scattered by winter winds.
As a spent sun sets,
ebony shadows
merge with silhouettes;
penciled in the rough
by a charcoal dusk.
A brazen breeze
makes me shudder;
I feel it's cool
breath on my face.
And as wolves
and fireflies,
welcome Night,
the moon
glints like
gold.
Atop a cold breeze,
Jack Frost inks the trees.
And bright colors paint each leaf;
orange, gold, and red
decorate the dead,
making Fall beyond belief.
The songbirds have gone,
silence greets the dawn,
And dead leaves litter the ground,
swirling in the air
and blown everywhere;
like confetti tossed around.