Kids Nature Poems | Examples
These Kids Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Nature Kids poems written by international poets.
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
All in today.
I saved a spider
from the Pre-K
classroom.
I set it free...
I served kids
cupcakes
the size of a double
fist, or two hearts.
I laid on my back
and listened to the bees,
sweetly buzzing soft
and collecting pollen
patiently.
I consider a cardinal
through the branches
above me.
I walked twenty feet
to another tree.
I analyzed the work
and movement
of another cardinal.
I held the slender trunk
to feel the heartbeat
for less than a minute.
Then I moved down
the grass.
I don't run near
the throughway
because it sounds
like the world
is screaming and bleeding.
It drowns out the birds.
Luck
curses
at my youth
sorely for this:
fortune is blindly
wasted on savage kids,
unschooled but ready-to-rule
soulless brat packs, that unsubdued
will burn nature, spitting her ashes
like mad mountains exhale apocalypse.
Kids screaming with joy,
toy guns fired at each other.
gifts from their parents:-
Teenagers shooting,
taking theirs' and others' lives;
firing parent’s gun:-
AI shooting games,
children joyfully playing;
parents happy:-
Murdering should not
be a gameplay for kids; let’s
check human nature:-
Planes streaking the skies...
Waving trees blinking the sun...
Kids soar paper planes...
I loved to stargaze on a warm Summer's night,
living in a country village as a boy.
The stars back then appeared amazingly bright,
providing hours of imaginative joy.
A breathtaking, almost spiritual sight,
the kids in cities never got to enjoy.
And to this day, some haven't seen a starry sky,
but I hope that they all will, before they die.
Imagine billions of stars scattered above,
like sparkling diamonds, twinkling in the pitch-black.
Away from the grinding gears of push and shove,
I'd silently listen to Nature's soundtrack.
And observe creation, basking in God's love,
spending hours just staring up, flat on my back.
Feeling connected, as a part of it all,
I'd look up in awe, watching shooting stars fall.
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
waves felt the shells heavy --- till they found them on the hands of little kids
"Niagra and the wise."
fresh waters of life
relief self impurities
to a fateful fall
"Do you hear what I hear?"
rawhide winds of war
birched last's stand amidst saviors
a tree faints away
"The void that Earth began."
mirages are dreams
of sand ~ prep A -- straight line to
... be -- and stay alive
"The Beaches of Warwick" NOT JK
Cher baby don't go
Miami sharks are biting
deBATE ~ still they go
"2024 sales higher than street drugs."
against popular
demand ~ Americans still
care of how they look
"The nature of ado."
it's a time for us
all the kids will visit me
~ the ado I need
Before the day turned into night,
with pen and pad by waning light,
my love of living at its height,
I wrote of all within my sight.
The neighbors’ kids were still at play,
their last hoorah to this fine day.
They’d romp outside till that last ray
was gone. “Come eat,” they would obey.
As last light filtered through the trees,
a bird’s song and a pleasant breeze
awakened sensibilities
to Nature’s tendencies to please.
My rhymes, begun that afternoon,
were finished under stars and moon.
Thunderous storm
Taking form
Black cloud
Dark shroud
Dogs yowling
Wind howling
Dusty ground
Swirling round
Grasses curl
Leaves twirl
Trees rustle
People hustle
Animals flee
Kids glee
Umbrellas out
Mothers shout
I stand
Raised hand
Loving power
Heavenly shower
Lightning flash
Thunder crash
Babies cry
Mothers sigh
Up higher
Tree fire
Go hide
Inside
Watch rain
Through pane
Safe, warm
Raging storm
Passing by
Blue sky
The view from my window is eternal,
Same dormant volcanic hills,
Same Alpine Forest overlooking the calm bay,
Only the changing weather leaves its mark in my garden.
Spring daffodils and Tulips are long gone,
Pansies and petunias are still showing their colors in late summer,
Cherry tree gave us plenty of red and blue fruits,
The apples are fighting to stay on the limbs.
The visual pleasures I get a lot,
They are only eye lid deep,
I am searching for pleasure heart deep,
In my solitary senior retired life.
I hear the playful laughter of children outside,
I see my grand kid’s laughter on phone once a while,
I hear the voices of my kids from far and near,
This mental and physical view, best view from my heart’s window.
Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards
Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords
Welcoming the moon and the stars on their valorous way
Habitats did bid goodbye to the scorching sunny day
Ethereal exuberance enhanced each environs
Naughty nocturnal nonpareils of April blow sirens
Wet with drizzles, weary winds wiped their whiskers on cool cloud
Howls of dogs, foxes, wolves, apes, and coyotes were heard aloud
Endless Rest promised the noxious sting of death has gone numb,
Nullifying negations, nature, notations new did hum
23 April 2023
lively winter noon
kids push toboggan downhill ~
merriment on ice
Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Word chosen: Ice
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 12/27/2022
Illustration Caption: Frederick Law Olmsted,
father of American Landscape Architecture,
at "El Capitan" iconic summit, Yosemite, CA,
in 1865.
Olmsted saw verdant paths of our core.
Urban sprawl separated at a cost
that let us know nature and adore.
Those who wander find awe is not lost.
Wilderness lands surely shape our view,
songs of soil, stone 'n star, none too far.
See what we, as humankind, dare do -
conquer the inner self where we are.
Landscape concerts to which all can go
futures for youth lie beyond the grids;
where one can become their own maestro,
raise up nature's promise for the kids.
Parks and places for all of our people
spaces for worship without a steeple.
14 Lines Sonnet 99 Words
Pen Illustration by G. Gaul
10/1/2022