Long Contest nature Poems

Long Contest nature Poems. Below are the most popular long Contest nature by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Contest nature poems by poem length and keyword.


Premium Member Summer Delights

Summer skies are colorful delights
As fireflies light up our warm nights
The full moon shines clear and bright
A relaxing, peaceful and serene sight

Goldfinches, and nuthatches are out
Happily eating seeds and dancing about
As crows and hawks circle around
Watching for prey on the ground

Peonies with their saucer sized blooms
Bees busy feeding landing on plumes
Hummingbirds fighting for feeder nectar
An entertaining show of feisty collectors 

Late evening after all the traffic’s gone
A loon is heard with its eerie mating song
The leaves rustle in the fragrant breeze
As the songbirds quietly nestle in the trees

Morning sunrise peaks in hot pinks and light blues
Perennial flowers blooming in all colors and hues
Sitting outside with my coffee and no place to go
I sit back and relax and enjoy the magnificent show

8/12/2020

Contest: Nature Rhyming Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Roaming In Nature

                        Oh, I just like to roam,
            into a forest hued with green;
  where the trees have created a roof dome,
  and I can breath air that is fresh and clean.
                        Beyond is a blue sky,
  where a thousand wild birds gracefully fly,
  then, land in the lush trees to rest and sigh.
      I love flowers,
              and can wander for long hours;
                        where foliage towers.
  There is a magic in the rich dark loam,
  that make the vines tangle between;
      the trees nearby,
  breathtaking after those sudden showers.
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August 11, 2020


Poetry/Rhyme/Roaming in Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1277-124-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


Written for the contest, Nature Rhyming Poetry
sponsor, Brenda Chiri

First Place
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spring's Unending Cycles

Awake, waiting to bloom
in the warm, balmy sunshine,
and eager to begin their cycle,
stems lift their precious cargo
towards the life-giving light.

Slowly, velvety petals,
of all shapes, sizes, colors,
unfold, like open hands
reaching up and out to bask
in the radiance of the Sun.

All the waiting, now fulfilled
with matured, lush growth; 
roots drawing in sustenance
hydrated with quenching rain
and sparkling morning dew-
living miracles that eventually
will wither, dry up, and fall.

Yet, left behind, buried in roots,
the unending cycle of life
that awakens every Spring-
by nature's miraculous algorithm.


April 24, 2018

~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Nature Poetry
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Judged: 05/11/2021

~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Spring
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 04/29/2018

Premium Member Autumn's Footfall

Through the window open on the pale lawn, 
the music of the rustling leaves I now hear.
The glare of the scorching summer is gone,
autumn’s supple footfall I feel comes near.

The smoky dust screen has blown far away,
satin sky radiates sparkle of sapphire allure,
for cotton clouds adrift from depth of grey,
sail shapeless on the sea of seamless azure.

The thicket traps the colors of the sunburst,
paints the wilting leaves before they all fall.
The lattice of hues on them won’t ever last,
for they’ll sleep on cold soil at winter’s call.

The blades of grass on the mellow meadow
don crowns of dawn’s radiant pearls of dew,
soaked in spray of scarlet sunrays they glow,
as from the autumn horizon rises a day new.

When lilac sunset the blazing sky will enfold,
in my heart the shimmer of twilight will flow,
for my times in the gloom of winter I’ll hold,
feel the warm touch of autumn’s afterglow.

August : 9, 2020
Contest : Nature Rhyming
Sponsor : Brenda Chiri
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Contours of Crystal Stream

Drenched in the glow of sunburst crimson sky
verdant vale veers at foot of jade hills, 
on gentle slope fawn leaves rustle with sigh,
wind carries to the deep stream down the rills,

sketching the leaping silver water line
on rocks carving the course of pristine art,
lucid in murmur on pebbles, some shine
bright, some drape with malachite moss their heart.

Walking long on contours of crystal stream,
of emerald plain’s scene I’ve not lost sight,
see, from lilac sky descends golden gleam
of twilight as I watch the fall of night.

I wait for dawn to see me in your eye
drenched in the glow of sunburst crimson sky.

May 15, 2019
Contest : Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Farm Life At Dawn

As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.

Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as they gather the rich creamy milk in containers.

Banging of impatient hooves from the shire horses
hungry for their grain, tossing heads and stamping, 
loud neighs and whinnies fill the early dawn.
Soon they will be at work ploughing and farrowing fields.

Farmhouse door opens smell of eggs and bacon wafting,
farmer's wife emerges carrying pails heavy with slops.
As she nears the pigsty the grunts and squeals grow
barging, pushing as they search for tasty scraps.

A caterwaul of noise from the rookery deafening,
as they wheel and spin around the yard thieving.
Slowly as the animals return to the sweet meadows
life settles back to normal, until tomorrows dawn.

written 09/15/2013

contest Nature

Premium Member Nature Is the Art of 'God'

 
            I am grateful for the creation
        of nature that God the creator has given to me
      it speaks of his greatness
        he has used all his paints and brushes
 to create the skies, the clouds, the misty mountains
 the forests with the trees in every green hue
    the deep, deep blue lakes
  the rippling streams and the vast oceans and seas

            such beauty to behold in flowers
        and rainbows after the rain, even the storms
      words cannot express the beauty God has created
        oh, he has given us all the birds, fish and all creatures
  every wild thing, the insects, and those magical butterflies
  and only God could have created the hummingbird that flutters
     the snow and snowflakes
  the moon and the stars-  the sunrises and sunsets 

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May 6, 2021


Poetry/Free Verse/nature is the art of 'God'
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1352-986-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Premier contest,  Nature
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 05/11/2021

Fifth Place

Lone Maiden

Lone Maiden

The willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief
is solemn, solitary, for seldom does one come to see
the sunken bodies, free from joy or grief
but that evening, it looked so beautiful, so free. 

The chains tethering it to the grim facade of so many fallen faces
were so loose that pensive autumn's eve,
she looked like a damsel in black, graceful arms outstretched to the skies
the eternal dark she adorns, she does not grieve.

I could stay there for long, I would be so sad to leave
the willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief.

Contest: Nature Scene - Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: June 6, 2019
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Summer Nights In the South

Summer Nights in the South


Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night

and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh.

Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky

chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white.



A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air

from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above

professing by lullaby, sincerely devoted love,

like some sublimely recited evening prayer.



I lay back and smile, through the leaves, at the moon

to the sound of crops rippling in the breeze

thinking how precious are nights such as these

when alone, with the Earth I commune.  



*Summer Tanagers (Piranga rubra) are native to the southern U.S. but are not true tanagers. They are actually members of the cardinal family.

08/01/15
Submission for Contest: Nature Poems Only
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Wind

This beautiful nature evokes in me
A solemn truth which I begin to see
So who am I? You may ask or even know
I seek this answer from morning to night in flow!

I am free do you really know me?
I have no shape no body, neither emotion
Yet I blow hot or cold, sometimes gentle
Like a cool breeze making you sentimental

Maybe from an instrument of a divine soul I blow
In all of his many emotions, he controls my flow
Sometimes light or sometimes gusty
Sometimes a storm to clear the dark and musty

My home is this Mighty Universe 
I pass through mountains, rivers, forests or valleys
I sway a tree or ruffle petals, or just tease 
the birds and the bees
Yes you guessed right, I am the mighty wind, for I too 
at times have to fall!

7.5.2021
Sponsor: Regina Mclntosh
Contest: Nature

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