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.
GARDENING SELF
Fertilize your mind…
Dig away self-worthlessness…
Nature your self-growth…
surge into sheltered darkness
sky slithers through canopies
soles slip past red army ants
settled soils call back faintly
seeking upwards for reward
steep and sore our path to climb
success rests on moving clouds
Upon a forest floor where many lie
and breezes stir, the upper branches bent
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf would cling to heaven’s tears when sent.
Its youthful lustre now recalled through tales
as varied as seasons – verdant meadow
below the clouds which often yield to gales
then scud along periphery of show.
When thermal blast from forest fires above
an ocean scape of waves competing in sound
with rumbling progress fits the Man like glove
through ignorance – eventually hound.
A leaf in woods that’s silent, is the Hope
we need to cling to – shadows rest on slope.
While walking in the woods, I saw it fall-
swaying, and tumbling softly through the air.
There from its branch, the maple tree so tall
and lush, of its descent, seemed unaware.
Upon the ground, it lay pristine and green.
It's summer, and it should have stayed alive.
Alone, no others round it could be seen.
Seems so unfair it lost its chance to thrive.
Perhaps there is no reason to explain
why this sole bud let go its grip to stay.
Though just a leaf, it mirrors the same pain
that stings, as death's poor timing will dismay.
Oh yes, at times life's journeys are unfair-
that halt young life for death to earn its share.
Life
Life is a bowl of cherries
Life is a stage which we never leave
Life is an island on which we’re shipwrecked
Life seems to be an impossible mission that never ends
Life is God
Whatever else life happens to be
It is sometimes worse than getting stung by a bee
Even when there are soothing sounds which are supposed to help
We cannot always relax and be happy
But life is life and for every individual
it is allegedly different which may be hard
For some to understand regardless of demands
Which seem to be all around in different shapes-
Oh, why can’t there be less stress in life?
GROWING IN AWARENESS
My nature changing;
Awareness fertilizing:
Ignorance dying:-
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
NATURE’S MERRY-GO-ROUND
Bright green leaves waving,
Knowing they’ll soon be falling:
Leaving naked trees.
Naked trees, teased by winter,
Springing new leaves for summer:-
I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM
Standing
In awareness,
I’m ready
For all
I see
In my
My life’s
Surroundings–
In skyscraping
Confidence–
Ready for
All
Challenges
In the
Nature of
My life;
My self
Perspective
Being higher
Than sunflowers
And many
Sage trees
In our
Collective
Environment;
Yet, I don’t
Pontificate
Being greater
Than my peers;
My calming
Stance
In life,
Reflecting
Confidence
In all
Of us
Being
Able
To
Master
All
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Haiku#1
gossip as stray cats
steals from the window ajar—
no respect for home
Haiku#2
wind blows aimlessly
scattering our untrained fires
across the terrain
Haiku#3
under his pillow
our boy rests a laurel leaf
in pursuit of dreams
Teasing rumble in the distance,
faint fragrance of petrichor,
redolence of rain nymphs
drifting along in primal scent,
like a mesmerizing lover hovering,
tantalizing, provocative.
Pent up emotion mounts, burns,
a yearning fountain of ecstasy,
love bursting forth flashing bolts
splitting skies and scorching earth;
saturate my soul with storm
relentless love of tempest born.
One with nature's searing surge,
I am consumed when we converge.
Copyright, 7-3-2026
ROLEPLAYING NATURE
Thunderstorm-hell rains.
Rivers of death are swelling:
Human nature aped:-
HERE TODAY, IT’S AS HOT AS HELL
Today’s America
is “as hot as hell”; and it’s
not just that of natural nature;
but also due to her political nature.
If today’s combined bombing heat wave
is a warm allegory streaming of real hell,
I’ll be damned if I’m letting myself be sent there!
I’m going to join others in their cooling labors of love,
warming up the demise of today’s political injustices:-
Yes, it’s time for all of us to realize
that although we can’t control the sun,
we can control the political sons of injustice.
It’s now time to air conditioner power mongering:
Thus, it’s coming time to turn on voting temperature:-
Fruit like green oranges,
Small leaf-shedding thorny tree,
And sticky wood pulp.
No one eats Osage.
No one tastes these hedge apples.
The thorns make barbed wire.
FERTILIZING DROPS
Coming wetness falls;
Guaranteeing Mother Earth's
Terrestrial births:-