Nature Narrative Poems | Examples
These Nature Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Narrative Nature poems written by international poets.
Today, out along the east property line
Driving in extra posts to shore up
The ancient and decrepit fence
Carol comments on imagining
What it was like out here before radio
When there was only the sound
Of wind and birds and cows,
And I think how it wasn’t that long ago
And how 99.999% of human history
Was just that way
And how I lived a summer like that in my youth
Building a house while camping
Under a pair of big ponderosas
And a sky full of stars.
And how it was the happiest time of my life
But how it too passed
As our life accelerated up through the centuries.
Today mending fence
It’s nice to be reminded of our roots
And recall all the things we must have done
When life was simpler
And having each other
Was all that mattered.
(7/26/26)
(Lily in June)
Mid June is the end of Spring where I live
And even before Summer begins
It feels Summer has already peaked
Grass is now growing strong
Flowers are still in bloom
And fruits and berries begin to swell
But it’s the trees now fully leafed that move me
As they dance and sway
That’s right, dance and sway, wave and smile
And as they do
My heart relaxes and opens
And without volition
Waves and smiles back.
(6/12/26)
The journey of the hero
Is both in and out simultaneously
As above so below
Since the nature of reality
Is its nonduality
Everything has a light
And everything a shadow
How could it be otherwise
As we occupy this space
With presence
Dreaming always dreaming
We spin our tales
Weaving a web to catch what?
A glimpse of something divine
The wick our candle burns around
The spark that ignites our consciousness
A something that is no thing
Before there was a Self to seek
The hero’s journey is out and in
There and back again
A mind forever questing
A grail made holy
By the quest
The mystery of manifestation
Made manifest
Sun made flesh and fiber
You could say
And in so doing
Once again simply
Miss the mark
(6/6/26)
(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
The essential point
Is that the Natural Great Perfection
Of complete and perfect enlightenment is uncreated,
Not dependent on causes and condition
Thus not subject to change and degeneration.
Uncreated it simply is
Simply waiting to be discovered
Our true nature
Changeless, primordially pure, untainted
And complete.
Maybe this just doesn’t compute
Flying over your head
Like a satellite at midday,
Or better yet, Sun on its usual course
Across the great arc of space.
Doing what it always does
Unstoppable, indispensable
Immutable and ineffable
So easily taken for granted
Yet so easily appreciated with every cell of Life.
(5/19/26)
People talk of the birds and bees
As a placeholder for the broader world
Reproducing in fecundity along with May flowers.
But there’s a deeper reason for the association
And it’s the sight and sound
Of them being relentlessly busy.
We notice them, their flights
And their buzzings and chirpings,
And more importantly we feel those sounds
In our very core,
A vibration that relieves of us stress
Releases endorphins
Makes us whole, and thus holy,
And reminds us
Maybe we too should take the time
To dance and sing, and build our nests
In the rejuvenating comfort
Of spring’s warm embrace.
(5/3/26)
It brought immediate alarm
When the piercing Killdeer called!
As if nature stole my peace
By a flock of winged police.
The shrill was unexpected
And it called in two-beat meter.
Repeatedly she spread her beak
Sending vocal bullets at the weak.
I suppose the Killdeer has it's place
And some watchers seek them out.
I should bless and not protest them
Nor by net or shotgun go arrest them.
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
Each of us a composite
Layered layers
Around a core
Elusive, beyond name
Pure, yet deceptively plain.
Around this core of Holy Spirit Buddha Nature
The mortal coil of flesh and psychic ethers
Veils our nature in all its aches and pains,
Fears, anxieties and confusions
Simply Being Human.
Pure and tainted bound together
A marriage of opposites
Cursed and blessed by turn
But joined none the less
In an inexplicable union of empty-appearance.
Just as we clothe our naked bodies
Our empty nature lies hidden from view.
We see and appreciate
The layers that buffer and protect,
But ultimately miss what lies beneath.
(3/18/26)
Blacks as a whole
Are not as intelligent as Whites
Let alone Asians, but so what!?!
You may object, and resist
Even call it “racist” to say,
But it’s a fact of Nature.
Being less intellectually refined
Is a good thing though
Because it makes one better
At communicating
The simple bottom-line truths.
Truth, after all, isn’t about intellectual acuity,
It’s about what simply is,
And that’s something everyone can appreciate
Because it’s the truth.
(3/16/26)
I've no memory of my beginning,
A tiny seed, a lowly abandoned weed
Taken for a ride on Mariah's breath
Safe harbor found on a wall,
I barely squeezed between the bricks
and rested there for a while
In the silence of loneliness, I dwelled
No others like me did I see
as I buried myself inside a crevice
Leaves like arms in shades of green
I budded like a wildflower
Despite the odds I survived
I'll be doomed to a lonely life
without a flowery mate...
a lonely weed, never to procreate
A memory ~ I recall being a wispy seed,
with fuzzy siblings at my side
When our white-haired mother withered,
she sent us off without a goodbye
to live or die on our own.
Out in the backyard
The snow is melting
Brown grass is showing
A Mother nature tease
Up on a small hill
is a rock garden
The rocks are showing
White snow surrounds rocks
Squirrels are out searching
For their peanuts meal
A cat in the doorway
Watching the scene
My body braced my brain
as Nature
replaced that rain.
Ping! Pang! THWACK!
I trembled from each teasing
of those deep pops
that smacked the supermarket’s roof
and pounded the parking lot.
I gazed out the glass door
and eyeballed the glitter
of cold and bald hail.
The opaque ice
littered the concrete lot,
disturbing me with
oddball beauty.
CRASH!
Thunder threatened
my inner calm,
ringing my ears with rage.
CRASH! WOOSH!
Wind joined the thunder,
sweeping past the entrance
and slamming filthy rain
into the ground.
(“Ascending Triptych aka Shape Shifter”, 2011, original oil)
The human condition is both vast and simple
Both lofty and hard to grasp and
Immediately at hand
And intimately knowable.
Everyone is different
But everyone is ultimately the same
In our basic elements, in our source
At our core.
This is who we really are; the divine made flesh,
A completeness of wisdom and compassion,
In every cell,
And yet our condition is also ignorance of this.
But since our most basic level of being
Is the divine
It permeates all our works
All our traditions, religions and spiritual paths,
Since there is in truth nothing outside
The sphere of utmost purity and light
No matter how muddled and dark
Our experience of it is.
(11/19/25)
These are the best of times and the worst of times
A time of societal teeter tottering
Depending on your perspective
On if you see your side winning or losing
And it’s about evenly divided
With half seeing the door opening on a golden age
And half seeing it opening into a living hell.
It’s the nature of the mind after all to project
And the nature of karma to get what you deserve.
(11/17/25)
(“The Longest Journey”, 2017, original encaustic)
Remember now
Without a doubt
The source of all you dream
The source of Life itself
Your home when there was no other
Your home before you ever left
To begin the greatest journey
Your long and winding road
To this very moment
Nowhere else to go
But here and now
Nothing else to know
But this source
Shining in ever new forms
Smiling in the face
Of danger, suffering, confusion, doubt
Shining with the morning Sun
With light that’s never really gone.
(11/15/25)
What is the ultimate goal,
To be happy or healthy
Sexy, powerful or wealthy?
What about something beyond
Conception or expression,
Something beyond
What you can have
Or ever, even hold?
We all know what the ultimate goal is
Because it is our true nature.
And yet obliviously we stumble on
Forward ever forward
Into an ever progressing
Idealized progressive future
That bears no resemblance
To our true nature.
What is our true nature?
The something
That is a nothing,
Ineffable and yet known
Inescapably
Within our bones,
Within all our bones.
A something that is a nothing, that is us.
(11/4/25)