Nature Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Nature Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Metaphor Nature poems written by international poets.
The autumn leaf curls within tree tops.
Fresh off the frost-lined arm of oak,
vibrant as the sweetest of tangerines.
It passes its crinkly brethren,
trekking through those yet to venture to roots,
gliding by ghosts of the already travelled.
Branches glare with eagle-eyes,
gnarled limbs twisting,
plotting to capture the leaf
with wooden claws and bramble nets.
The vengeful wind,
ever the cynic,
wishes to shred the wandering leaf in two
with crooked wrenches in all directions.
But the leaf dances around the branches,
and tucks its corners away from the breeze.
It whistles along with a playful tune.
Forever elusive.
Forever free.
See through and clear!
Oh, chiffon, flowing and soft
as a light, drizzly day
grants a filmy delusion.
Nothing to hide
beneath your opaque texture
that glides over nature
uplifting our keen senses.
silver rays rain down,
becoming one with the snow -
in lovers' embrace.
long, the shadows with morning dew
herringbone clouds like gossamer lace
airbrushed above on the blazing blue
blooming as morn on your angel face
sunrise enchanter with skin, unleaven
tenderly daubed with a kiss ... of heaven.
November 7, 2025
For the “Bite Size Contest Number 127” Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
I’m driving my car down a road.
A road, I’ve driven so many times in the past
But today I’m seeing an aspect
That I’ve never noticed.
As the sun is flickering through the trees
As I pass by, the seconds ticking,
Houses, people and things.
I’m daydreaming thinking that my car is like life
Traveling through time.
I see everything passing me by.
I could put on my turn signal and pull over.
I could just sit in the moment and ponder.
But, then all those cars behind me
Would pass by me into the future.
Leaving me here on the side of the road
In stasis, in the past.
When human beings don’t have stuff to face us
We become limited and half @ss.
The thing about human beings, we’re not wired for pause,
We’re driven to drive, to keep going forward.
It’s not in our nature to linger for long.
And, although no matter what we do,
Time moves on waiting for no one.
Occasionally there are a few of us
That may sit upon our hands.
But what I would tell the aliens
Is that we are more likely to quickly,
Drive directly into the eye of the storm.
Before The Leaf Falls
A leaf falls.
Suddenly, stringy mush covers my hands.
You’re carving out joy from an orange circle.
Just like you carved out my brain
Before your face walked away.
A leaf falls.
My speech is burnt.
Pies are fresh from the open fire;
Pumpkin pushes through the air.
Your laughter hates my memory.
A leaf falls.
Warm materials enclose around our souls,
Colors play in front of our eyes.
Trying to distract us from the crash
Coming at us from full speed.
A leaf falls.
This time, it covers me.
I see you above, dispersing into large air.
My screams muffled by the deep red ovals.
A leaf falls.
You are gone.
The once loose sweater pinches me,
Reminding me that my eyes are real.
The hollow grave is crowded
And my recollection of it ever being vacant flew away.
A leaf f a l l s . .
PONDERING THE SEASONS
(Apropos Of Our Nation’s Seasons)
After Autumn's falls, Winter is as war,
And spring seeks to bring on resurrection:-
Summer prepares us for nature’s transitions:
Looks like an autocratic Winter is coming:-
~ moonlit caps shimmer,
crests spilling silver doubloons ...
Neptune's coffers, full ~
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The garden offers itself to the flower
in propitious nature,...
The gardener, faithful cultivator...
offers himself in affection and promptness,
The flower, in primal grandeur,
reciprocates both with true beauty...!
In every pairing there is always the chance
Of mutation, pushing forward
Or genetically thrown back
To something now dormant
But still timelessly valuable,
Unintended consequences of evolution
Unlikely and even unwanted.
After all times change, values change
Yet human nature remains the same.
Every time someone is wronged
Murdered, assaulted, abused and cheated
Of course there are victims
And of course the fear/hate of revenge
Retribution and justice is stirred up,
But also in every harm is an opportunity
For insight and compassion
And true compassion embraces all.
Perhaps the greatest insight
Is that love, not hate, is foundational to Life.
And love is more mysterious and profound
And yet immediate and knowable
Than we can ever know.
In every act, loving or hateful,
There is a chance to see the play of Life unfolding.
(10/11/25)
One small round stone, with spindrift swept
‘Cross ageless shores - through ages, wept
Beach-to-beach it passed through time
Brown husk shrinking midst each storm
And though that plain rock neared ends
One child snatched it … RARE!
“Make It Two, Please” Poetry Contest”
Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor
October 6, 2025
I’ll scream for the storm and pray for the flood,
Thunder scared me always but lightning paired with rain will never strike the same
Only the fields are my barrier as i run through my grief
I no longer seek the numbness and pain
I hate dancing but i’ll twirl in the rain, I feel i can fly
Laying with spirits, it’s me, myself and I,
Can’t feel the tears trickling my cheeks
But the pain disguised as happiness is what it’s destined to be
Bring forth the storm, my palms clap with the thunder
A synchronised taboo neither matter, orever mattered
So i’ll hold hands with the sorry breeze like a blunder
I’ll have the lightning in my hair like a ribbon bright enough to blind the sighted and sharp enough to have glass shattered
I’ll bow for an encore from the petals and plants surrounding by
The meadow be my stage: the stage ready to perform
I’ll whisper my sorry name and why?
My very concealment brings forth a storm
The Nature of Reality,
Or limitless sphere of space
Manifest in all possible experience,
Is by nature beyond experience
Since in this space there is ultimately
Nothing to grasp, and no grasper.
Sure, we can describe it,
But that is based on either hearsay
Or a direct realization beyond description,
Like trying to describe honey
To someone who has never known sweetness.
With the kicker being that we
Have always been the honeybee.
And so people talk, poets sing, and sages
Converse with the wind or simply grin.
The effect is everyone
Ends up hearing what they want to hear,
Each of us only able to hear
What we are ready to hear,
And even then we may only be ready for a hint
Of what will one day be obvious.
The Nature of Reality
Is unchanging, and so is always
What it has and will be,
And yet we change within this empty sphere,
Like a caterpillar, consuming voraciously
Until we are ready for our metamorphosis.
(9/27/25)
COLORFUL BALLERINAS
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fall leaves whirling free
colorful ballerinas
yellow, orange, brown
spinning and twirling en pointe
Mother Nature in toe shoes
Peaceful shade lie on the ground
Upon the breeze dance so proud
Of vivid lines and abstract display
Sway aloud then fade away
O' sunlight fall of heat and squall
Rising high to lie a shawl
Upon the weary thought provoke
A destiny of love and hope
For now the sun drifts deep abyss
Replaced so subtle of starlight mist
To ponder a memory
A day gone by
With hope we wait
For morning light......