Beautiful Nature Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Nature Beautiful poems written by international poets.
The autumn day is beautiful and sweet,
and the sounds of nature ring loud and sharp;
I stand listening to a lone bird song.
His tweets, chirps and twirls an echoing song,
I am in awe of his melody sweet;
and then, the wind answers in whispers sharp.
Somewhere, a tree branch breaks with a crack sharp,
disturbing tranquility of this song;
I love nature and the hidden sounds sweet.
Let this sweet, sharp, song ever drift and float.
Nature
wills it so
that life
must always
adapt.
And evolve
when small
mutations
spark change.
Sentient
beings
seek out God,
for life
claims a soul;
to ascend.
Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
A HAPPY RAINY DAY
Sad skies shedding tears,
Bright shining sun passes by—
The sky is rainbowed:-
Heavenly hyacinths in ruby red
Lure hovering hummingbirds to sip sweet nectar
With wonderful colorful costumes
They daintily dance from flower to flower
So swift, their beautiful ballet
Presenting pretty hues, having their dish
A Hibiscus has enticed them to dine
The trail led to a mountain top
unveiling a becoming view
there not expected to be seen-
and knew we found a peekaboo
to an attractive, bubbly scene
likened to a movie prop.
Effervescent was the blue lake
framed by the verdant spruce and pine.
Pure and untouched for nature's sake-
a harbinger of peace divine.
fireproof ruby
on the humming horizon ,
outsail our venturesome
stillness prolonged .
fluttering gloriously
my narcissus !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I loved you.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
I gave you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
bed of earth, blanket of blue air--
As I get further away ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I see ¦¦¦ more clearly.
¦¦¦¦ souls should have been immense ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
not what they are,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I gave you ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
blue of the spring morning,
¦¦¦¦ you didn't know ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
you wanted more, the one gift
reserved for another ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
you will ¦¦¦ find ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
among the growing plants.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the bird's flight
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
which begins ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ echoing
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ from the white birch
to the apple tree.
(Blackout of Retreating Wind by Louise Gluck)
Sun cuts darkness with his sharp lance,
Twilight covered in a diaphanous blanket is lifted.
Trees stand supine, breeze whispers through their leaves
Birds sing in chorus in rising and falling lilt
As sunbeams weave out a beautiful tapestry,
Shadows play hide and seek like little children.
Girdled by sand dunes, a lagoon sleeps
Under a turquoise sky, its teal blue waters,
Reflecting the sprawling azure blue canopy.
The world witnesses the marriage of blue and blue.
Clouds swirl about like diaphonous gauzy curtains,
the autumn forest a picture of serenity,
bird songs a musical lilt- a rhythmic cadence drifting,
the trees creating a veiled haze in the still morning air,
I stand in this decaying forest as the threads of summer fade.
Soon, I come to a shallow lagoon - a pondlike marsh,
the falling leaves are red, gold and burnt orange,
I watch ducks floating in tranquility on the glass water,
and swans lissome make ripples that whisper woebegone,
the wildflowers are wilting beautiful, and enchanting.
Everything is dark,
the black moon provides no light.
It seems there
is nothing outside,
all is asleep.
But listen!
Listen
to the wise hoot of the owl,
and the rhythmic tapping of
invisible rain on the window.
Listen
to the sweet violins of crickets,
and the gentle
whisper of the trees.
Listen
to the opera of wolves
howling in praise
of Mother Earth,
and listen
to the comforting
silence of the stars.
Light only distracts us
from the beautiful song of nature
only darkness can bring forth;
her most beautiful symphony,
the sweet song that is the night.
Love forests and all within- like the stream,
the trees, and every pretty sight,
midwinter days seem,
to me a wonderful delight,
both an awesome adventure and a dream.
I enjoy when the fragile snowflakes pour,
it makes the forest gay,
at night or day,
I always leave wanting to stay some more.
The next morn' I am back to walk the path,
and listen to the songbirds sing,
watch ducks have a bath,
see a cardinal flash his red wing,
the black crows seem to be on the warpath.
Calm water is a mirror reflection,
fallen snow is pearl white,
quite a beautiful sight,
and the courage of nature is my obsession.
Saw it coming
Started running
Through the woods
As fast as I could
Evil in the mist
Making sinister hiss
Sound
Translating freedom 'going down'
Beautiful mirage arrived
No fear of going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
Chit chatting away
Screaming about pay
"Ammunition I will fire
Since you seemed to of tired
Do not fear
I have a long neck beer "
Siren made clear
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
Saw it coming
Started running
Through woods
As fast as I could
Beautiful mirage arrived
Not going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
"Do not fear
I have a long neck beer"
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
I thought to pick a beautiful rose,
place her in a vase, in my kitchen to
scently pose – eloquent reminder
of Nature’s bounty and beauty.
Thought then, of my mere custodial
duty:
So I left her in her garden care --
in dewy air to lick and waft. Arise
Sun’s morning showcase beams,
teams of saintly gleams their leaven,
when tempted to doubt guides and a Heaven.