Nature Limerick Poems | Examples

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


Premium MemberLavender Screen by the Brook

Written: August 26, 2026, for Poetry Wheel Challenge: Theme: Nature Emotion: Peace Color: Purple Season: Annual Form: Limerick Object: Smartphone Verb: Wander Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel. Verified by HMS.COM / 8-8-5-5-8 A smartphone lies still by the stream, Its screen holds a purple-hued dream; I wander through green, Nature's tranquil scene, Where peace flows in steady, bright gleam.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberShadows And Pillows

Story of gentle metazoans in yellow

Furry and soft, above trees and below

      Frolicking after four

      Canoodling on flour

Shadows of naughty paws on meadow.

Premium MemberDark Night

Nick was out on a dark, black autumn night
Lost his smartphone as a noise caused some fright
the bright moonlight was now out
found his phone let out a shout
He was grateful for the rise of moonlight



Poetry Wheel Challenge: Personal challenge

Theme: Nature
Emotion: Grateful
Color: Black
Season: Autumn
Form: Limerick
Object: Smartphone
Verb: Rise

Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.

Premium MemberFat Cats

Fat cats are fat, that's where they're at
Their greatest ambition's to accumulate fat
Some may start small
But few will grow tall
Cause they mostly accumulate where they have sat

Premium MemberThe Joy Of Nature

How nature's love soothes and offers relief
As I wander along the path of grief.
The summer sun quivers
On the silver river
That reflects the joy of each dancing leaf.


Premium MemberA Natural Enclave

As I pose in a natural enclave
I claim freedom I'll not be a slave
an abyss, Earth's in a hole
self love massages my soul
Momentum, let's jin a positive wave

On my deck put pen to paper write verse
Observe shades of green leaves so diverse
a gentle light breeze is blowing
leaves flutter in air always flowing
Trunks to and fro bowing first forward now in reverse

Premium MemberSome Fairytales

Rumpelstiltskin again dominating   
Another illusory speed dating.
Above fairies' swoon
Round dollar-hued moon,
Phoenix and dragon loudly berating.

Bumble bees found buzzing round pink flowers,
Spellbound by their sway and fragrant powers.
Rapunzel in fear
While bees steer and cheer,
Working on spelling bee all through small hours.

By fountain, Billy Goat Gruff met a bee
Among the flowers sipping nectar sprit.
They, friends forever,
Fellows so clever.
Carefree, foolish, mischievous, and beastly.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberIt's Raining Paws and Claws


Nimbus storm clouds opened above my roof No thunder, just a meow and a woof Raining down were canine paws and kitties with scratching claws A glitch in Mother Nature caused the goof
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberBright and Sweet

The winter was grey, long, and deep,
While nature was buried in sleep.
But now comes the sun,
The slush is all done,
And out from the mud, snowdrops peep!

Premium MemberWhere The Sun Don’t Shine

When I ask folk where the sun don’t shine I get funny looks every time So I have to repeat I cant stand the heat When I’m in a naturist retreat. * * *

Premium MemberLark and the Shark

There was a lady named Lark
she was afraid of the dark
she switched on a light
and much to her fright
she licked the face of a shark!

Premium MemberWalk Dog, Walk!

There is a dog who saunters sideways

Under the clear blue skies, shadows pave

His ecstatic tail dances

And off he goes, and prances

Chasing furry creatures at the bay

Premium MemberMAD PERCUSSIONIST

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Gus was a nut-hoarding squirrel obsessed with percussion,  
whose tail thumped trees in manic succession.  
  He woke the whole wood with a clamorous rap~
  till oak limbs collapsed mid-acorn-attack!
Gus grinned wild providing rhythmic-induced concussions.

Premium Memberthe wet dream

Trump says global warming’s a hoax
Florida floods—just nature’s jokes 
Prepared Don is not
He acts like on pot
We think he’s had too many tokes.

Premium MemberAn Amoeba's Song

A brave sailor who sails the high sea
will aim knowing his aft from his lee,
but Brownian motion,
that fabulous notion,
works well for an amoeba like me.

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