Nature Imagism Poems | Examples
These Nature Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Imagism Nature poems written by international poets.
Woodland to saunter
Braced up across hilltops,
Tendrils of leaves curl like locks
Fresh the mist sprinkling my face.
An airspray of radiant mist
Flows on her grasses evergreen
Till birdland stirs and whistles..
Joy in her field's embrace.
Velvet lays on ground
My dream-like eyes twinkle,
While blooms come dancing
A raucous merry-go-around;
The light tap on the skin,
Curious heart so ravenous
Through every magical whim.
Somewhere to surrender,
Melting down my cheeks
Upon the forest floor
The nature of my inner beast
Drips from thrill of wonder
From rare absence of reason,
A moment where innocence drifts
In wilderness ' arms blessing seasons,
The childlike creature in me
Soars into ladders of bliss!
Red dawn spreads above the range of hillocks.
A soft breeze scatters the dandelion seeds around.
A soft zephyr, clean and furry, flows like a hymn,
I feel elated, happy to be far from the city’s dust.
The meadow hums, a mild cacophony of sounds.
Bees hover over wild flowers that grow profusely
Beneath the two rows of rough stone walls.
As the sun rays rise up, and petals glow in such a grace.
Larks fly copiously here and there, sometimes resting
On a dark mulberry tree, so full of black berries
A delight for the birds that love the sweet fruit.
A delight for me since I too love the sweet mulberries.
So I sit down on a smooth stone, back to the wall.
I close my eyes just happy to hear nature’s song
No other being will disturb my profound meditation.
All around the meadow, silence reigns in peace.
Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung
Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.
Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born
among ancestral stones
white willows in Ruisui weep
dew-kissed
cycad fronds catching first sunlight
Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals
Walami earth holds stories in its coolness.
Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness
waters reflecting the tribe’s quiet prayers
Bamboo leaves in green and gold
crested mynas gather in quiet repose
wind moves with the chime of a temple bell.
Ancestral path wanders into the Central Range
oolong tea clouds drift
above Qilai’s blue ridges
A white egret lifts over Guangfu’s terraces
air clear as poured Longjing.
A bulbul calls
blue magpie glides
the slow unlayering of day
Huatung Calligrapher’s span warm to newborn light
time unspools—
bright
unmeasured.
Light widens
dawn follows Yu Shan’s shadowed valleys
the world in quiet promise
soft light
drifting into morning.
Beaming sculpture whittled by awning clouds over blue sea
Ethereal beauty tinged in brown, green and yellow shea
Aerial bliss, flaunting on leaves-sunkissed
Under and over my wings, I breathe your scented mist
Talons I sprawl, your branches I grip
Yonder sanctuary, your soothing shield I trip
Amongst beauties of nature, your heights majestic
Narwhals of blue seas, unicorns of Atlantic
Dying depths of roots underlying masses so cryptic
Marshes of hidden paradise, your abode of beauty
Attached is madness of ethnic humanity
Desecrating pristine ages of dreamt forest
Nesting on mantels, burning unrest
Eaves of succulent leaves, carved barks and branches
Streaming on saps and man's cold blood
Sweet and sour blend of beauty and madness
“Look deep into nature and you’ll understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
I stood on the sloped path near the waterfall.
Mesmerised by the sound of falling water.
All around grew green-leafed ferns,
While tall poplars and redwoods provided
Ample shade that covered the running stream.
Tall purple pickerel plants, scarlet cardinal plants,
Everything contributed to a sublime, picturesque sight.
A symphony of sounds emanated completely around.
Frogs croaked in great abundance, jumping in and out,
Of the clear stream where fish swam toward the sea.
And all around, busy bees fluttered over exotic flowers,
Where nectar provided them with such sweet nourishment.
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Dawn.
Night sounds of slumber
A few owls hooted their last nightly call,
And cicadas ended their rhythmic, high-pitched whine
In obedience to the rising of the warm sun rays.
The buzzing bees commence their flight,
Flitting from flower to flower, sucking nectar.
The zinnias sway in the light breeze
And mingle with butterflies, so elegant and bright.
Light and soft I hear the flutter of the old oak trees,
As they dance in the rhythm of the growing day.
While from afar the purple mountains
Shed their cascades down into a clear lake.
And as time moves on, I hear the monotonous toll
Of an almost bell urging the handful faithful to praise,
Singing softly some of their favorite psalms.
From the silent forests clouds became overcast,
Drops of rain began to fall. I hurried to my shed,
And simply admired the rain and its pleasant drops.
How sweet were the rhythms of the raindrops.
Pleasure and peace spread all around.
inside a space where quiet trails
I watch a starscape reel through the night
to taste new charms of heaven's sprawl--
lucent the new light waking laced leaves
like a satin ribbon twirling round;
that in a hush all shadows creep
sailing on an air of unconsciousness:
When the white of.pristine tones cascade
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined ...
and let a north star bless my world within.
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lines culled from:
About Time
A Glorious Alchemy
Resting With Nature
Delightful Things
Playful Chant Of The Wind
Into A Woodland
Dream-like Silhouette
Through All Seasons
Someday
Finding Me
the pale moon hovers
over the village at sunrise.
"The joy of the chromatic scenario embraces me,
as I’m allured by the autumns aura.” – Quote by Poet
The strands of silver cloud slowly drift,
graze the end-summer’s smoky sky.
The birds bathe in the luster of the blue bay,
fly in the twilight gleam to the nursing nest,
as autumn arrives creating the crystal ambiance.
Through the sunburst horizon’s diaphanous drape,
surreal spectrum radiates from the silken sunrays,
sparkling hues of the sky’s palette paint the dawn.
The bowed down blades of cinnamon grass swing
in the crisp air on the lap of the fawn meadow.
The pasture wears the crown of diamond dew,
sparkling with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-soaked cinnabar garden path,
the trunks of tawny trees stand on the fallow soil,
as the rustling golden leaves echo the footfall of fall.
The setting sun ignites the inferno in the seamless sky,
makes a collage of blazing vermillion ember.
Suffused with its crimson glow I wait with soaring spirit
to see the stars sprout in the pellucid night,
get imbued with the flashing moondust aura of autumn.
No gravestone witnessed on these grounds,
Field of Blood the worn sign read.
Blue flowers thrive with tinge of white
within this field where mercy runs;
Countless folk lie buried here
Abandoned, forgotten– these dead.
Still nature honors them with care
each June when wild cornflowers bloom.
"It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream." – Bern Williams.
The spacious vales shimmered in crimson hues
The tired, reddish-orange sun tinged the sky,
As it yearned for rest and descend
Into the darkening horizon below.
There, the soothing river flowed, calm and serene.
No boats sailed the tranquil, gentle waters.
Some birds drifted on its current; others flew above.
Not far away, a dilapidated bridge crossed
From one side to the other, where a person
Stood still, eyes fixed on the cerise horizon.
Along the dark river bank, green trees
Seemed to sway slightly in the light night breeze.
A picture of calm portrayed the scene.
And so, I painted and dreamed.
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The twilight brings a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves above me
where I sit on a hill overlooking a vast meadow
of purple asters and flowering orange butterfly weeds
I'll wait here to watch the sky change
from light blue gray to red and orange
as the sun slowly falls
behind a thin red-threaded horizon
where the first glimmer of a star appears
and the sound of crickets start their melody
shades and shadows dance through the meadow
as the setting sun begins to fade away
and a quarter moon rises in the northern sky
as the sky blackens stars become more visible
and the meadow has darkened
while fireflies start their nightly lamp-lighting
and the sound of frogs are heard in the distance
telling me it's time to leave
I noticed a smell of soft decay
autumnal moment arrived.
Last rose on dying bush,
dandelion clock waiting to be blown.
Grey clouds the sun slipped away-
nature is silent, drier time of year.
Wood smoke rises from chimney
Summer no more.
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. - Henry Van Dyke
Reflected in the water, flowing gently
Sighs, songs, silence, so wonderfully inviting
Her rhythm, still as the music’s soul,
Glowing like the autumn’s knowing, her joy
Rising to the surface, leaves in vibrant hues
Glittering gold and trembling tangerine,
Rustling rusts and breathless burgundies
Floating, following the rapids soothing tracks
Listening to the birds, crooning, singing
Revealing their tales, caught up in the music
Of a moment, the descant’s sigh, breathing
Light over October, while the waters pass on by,
Spraying the ages with soft words, goodbye
To the summer’s version of the forest’s cry.
He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.