Nature List Poems | Examples
These Nature List poems are examples of List poems about Nature. These are the best examples of List Nature poems written by international poets.
Don't pout when I smile
Don't hate when I am away in mile
Don't push when I stand
Don't flush when I taste bland
Don't spurn when I land
Don't burn when I am in your hand
Don't block when I step aside
Don't flock when I abide
Don't dive when I disappear
Don't derive when I am not near
Don't repine when I am not fine
Don't define when I forget to draw the line
Don't run when I walk
Don't pun when I talk
Don't skip when I stay
Don't slip when I go astray
Don't keep when I don't beep
Don't lit when I don't knit
Don't frown when I am a clown
Don't drown when I am not a noun
Don't...
There are instances in nature that imitate the nature of some humans.
Tis sad but true that...
a mockingbird makes fun of another bird who sings more beautifully
a thorn pricks until it draws blood, but it never injures the rose
a moth thinks it has beautiful wings, until a butterfly emerges
a crow takes pleasure in taunting others until its feathers get ruffled
a bully intimidates but gets burned when the tables are turned
narcissists think they are in control until someone laughs at their arrogance
plagiarizers and AI users... nah. Their denial is a waste of time
I am the sunrise
the spark of creation
the breath of nature
the whisper of twilight
the rustling of leaves
the touch of rainfall
the drums of thunder
the colour of rainbows
the kiss of moonbeams
the spring of compassion
the voice of love
the core of time
I am the setting sun
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Blue the color of the brilliant boundless sky
To look at the heavens with a heartfelt sigh.
Blue of the vast briny ocean
Teeming with marine life always in motion.
Blue feathers of an iridescent hummingbird,
Large Blue Macaw parrot or beautiful musical bluebird.
Blue spring vibrant Empire Blue Butterfly Bush
Attracting winged pollinators scented cush.
Blue color gives out a feel of peace, tranquility,
And quiescence serenity.
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My beloved's (God’s) rosy red blush,
wherever I look, there is a red blush.
I went to see the red blush,
and I too turned into red rosy blush.
Mountains don their sunset attire,
A red cascade, igniting nature's fire.
A cardinal's song in red delight,
Nature's melody, a love so bright.
The setting sun, a red embrace,
Whispers of love in twilight's grace.
Autumn leaves, a fiery cascade,
Love's spectrum in red displayed.
Cherries ripe, a red and ruby treasure,
Nature's kiss in scarlet measure.
In roses red, love's story spun,
Petals of passion, two hearts as one.
Through fields of poppies, love takes flight,
A red tapestry, pure and bright.
In nature's palette, red unfolds,
A tale of love, in hues untold.
Summer sky raises scarlet sun of dulcet dawn,
burns the noon air when the spring nip is gone.
Summer scorches the spring’s last budding hue.
The bare garden waits for the blooming time new.
Summer crunch of the fawn foliage has begun.
In the cool pond swims the fleet of fluffy swan.
Summer shades splash from palette of twilight,
paint alluring warm fresco of summer delight.
Summer evening is ideal to sit out on easy chair,
enjoy a glass of beer in gently blowing balmy air.
Summer is relaxing time to go to the soothing sea,
play with the surging cool waves with idyllic glee.
Summer comes with the hot days of craving dream,
time to be in the arctic circle with vanilla ice cream.
sing to the rising moon
dance in the rain
wash my hair in rain water
bathe in the river
feel the coolness of the wind on my skin
catch snowflakes on my tongue
make snow angels
draw pictures in the stars
play in the sprinkler
feel the softness of a caterpillar
listen for distant steam whistles; follow the beckoning timbre
blow dandelions to the wind
stand under a waterfall
watch the hummingbird; listen for its hum
skip rocks across the pond
imagine faces of loved ones in the clouds
wander the wild
hike the path that is no path
climb the highest peak
harmonize with the coyote
feel the ocean around my ankles
and the sand between my toes
watch the rising sun
love nature
praise God
"Keep talking till your last breath"
These are words of wisdom shadowing death.
A bird will sing until he smacks that window pane,
And a corona victim will utter hope until there is no more to gain.
A worship hall will aggregate prayers for those fighting for life,
They'll pierce the sound barrier just like a knife.
But noises we utter is way more than sound,
it's a lifetime of fulfillment that we found.
So cry, chant, yelp and howl,
Be one with nature, as we found.
Our lungs are the engine of our desire,
and to the last breath will speak like fire.
For close to us are ones that we hold dear,
And to the final hour, they'll be our ears.
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Brecon Beacons
for pony-treks
Cumbrian fells
& bubbling becks
Dartmoor
with rocks rain scarred
Lake District views
beloved of bards
Northumbria on moor & hill
where Roman echoes linger still
Stone-bridged hamlets
in the Dales
with enclosed leas along its vales
Snowdonia one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky
Pembroke with its distant trail so long
heritages for us to protect & prolong
National treasures to preserve & enjoy
by rich,the famous &hoi poloi.
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mercurial me
Gemini
painter
cartoonist
poet
from the mid west USA
Iowan
a rapidly transplanted nomad
My husband moved me thirty-seven times
I attended eighteen colleges before I received a B.A.
masters degree achieved in 1996
I have now attended thirty-seven colleges
Masters plus ninety
I will never be able to get enough school
professional student
school counselor
wife
mother
mother-in-law
grandmother of ten
mother of a dog and a cat
lover of nature
Maple, oak and piney TREES
Bonsai-trimmed tiny TREES
Those gigantic redwood TREES
My front yard flowering dogwood TREES.
Wetland, dry-land chestnut TREES
Prolific English walnut TREES
Mine timber TREES
Solid and limber TREES.
Hunting-stand and swarming bee TREES
Southern swamp cypress knee TREES
Damaged by hail TREES
Marking a trail TREES.
Weeping Willow TREES
Sugar maple syrup TREES
Hat-hanging foyer hall TREES
And, most important, prayer TREES.
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Vulpine woven soft nest
Velvet silky lamb's ear
Velvety smooth to touch
Velveteen feel to squab
Volumes of suppleness line
Vaguely feels like duck down
Very soon ventures start
Vulpine-usually refers to fox/foxes who are crafty, cunning
Lamb's ear- the plant
Squab- baby doves/pigeons
I am talking about the dove's nest lining
up&around
creeps virginia
midst boston's ivy
where
oregon grapes
mahonia
above
idaho grass
blue-eyed
in a texas
dawn
&coloured
new hampshire
purple
a
alabama slammer
canna
wyoming
up the
arizona cypress
fuchsia california
shading
colorado
tansyasters
Plant
Seed
Gender
Birth
Bloom
Fade
Wither
Die
Regrowth
berries we have picked
are still warm from summer sun---
mom has ruby lips
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