Mother Nature Poems | Examples
These Mother Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Nature Mother poems written by international poets.
Of Canvassed Raindrops And Mud
Raindrops and mud:
God cried today;
His tears fertilized
the womb
of Mother Earth;
the wet smell
of nature’s essence,
saturated the air;
the moist breeze
blew breath
of new life
into dried hopes,
waiting in the desert
of despair;
hopefully,
as God’s
nourishing tears
continue to fall,
maybe love
will hallow
her footprints
in the soft mud:-
four changing seasons
mother nature-father time
gifts given to us
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ cock-sparrow ¦¦¦ on a green tree,
¦¦¦ he chirruped, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ so merry ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ boy came with his ¦¦¦ bow and arrow,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to shoot this ¦¦¦¦¦¦ cock-sparrow.
"This ¦¦¦¦¦¦ cock-sparrow shall make ¦¦¦ a stew,
And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ pie, too."
¦¦¦¦ no," says the sparrow "I won't ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ he flapped his wings ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ he flew.
(Blackout of Boy And The Sparrow by Mother Goose)
Some folks call her Mother Nature
As they revel in her beauty
Contemplation of her bounties
fuels the maternal mantra.
How could nature be our mother
When we share a common father?
For the One who gave her substance
is the One who gave us being.
We may call her our sister
and adore her stunning beauty
But to call her our mother
is to slight our common father.
When we ignore our Creator
We will choose for Him a proxy
be it nature or another
Man will worship God or Other.
Nature cannot be our mother,
for she did not create humans.
God placed humans over nature
Our servant, she is meant to be.
If you’re looking for your mother
Look up to God, your Creator
For He gave your sister substance
and He bore you for His glory.
She bows in the field
The vine gives up her children
She thanks Mother Vine
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.
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
Left in the wake of destruction,
this mother is called to action.
I am going to shed light on
an infraction, an infraction.
You knocked a single domino,
there is nowhere for us to go.
Forcing us out of our borough
with no crossbow, with no crossbow.
Basic instinct pushed to the brink
no fresh water remains to drink.
In your yard before you can blink
you didn’t think, you didn’t think.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Hope
Color: Crimson
Season: Autumn
Form: Couplet
Object: Wallpaper
Verb: Wander
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
I wandered through maple trees this morn
Whose crimson leaves were withered and torn.
Each Autumn, chilled winds steal their leaves
Thoughts of mortality gives me reason to grieve
Stuck to the ground, like wallpaper on walls
Each leaf lies dying when Mother Nature calls.
With no chance of life, to hope they can’t cling
Only in Spring and Summer can they have a fling
Here is a logical summation
Mother Earth is in a state of severe degradation
Each individual really has an obligation
Or face a future full of devastation
Here now is an invitation
Must be done no hesitation
Commence some form of restoration
Now is the time no equivocation
An example Join an organisation that practices reafforestation
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This knowledge should be part of a school education
But that system is too much into indoctrination
Many people are suffering from brain fog constipation
Minds closed no room for alternative negotiation
Pray one day there will be an awakened realisation
People's footprint on this planet planned minimisation
If we acknowledge Mother Earth,
How is it we discount her daughters?
If might doesn't make right,
What have we left out of the world?
What do we make of this world… that was made for us?
If we look up to Father Sky,
Is that why we look down on Mother Earth?
Or have we put words in the mouth of the wind,
When we mouth the words of our fathers?
Have we not learned from whence they came?
rabbits hide in fluff
mother cuddles her young close
then empty nesting
Ribbon beach,
displayed in mellow ochre tones
a thing of lowering sky,
beneath the rain which blows in petty drops
that neither wets nor moves the flat and discontented sand,
an ocean milky calm withdraws itself
a lover growing cold
neglectful of its faithful margin land,
the restless rollling surf their child
which permanently shuffles in between
a yellow mother anchored to the earth
and errant father wrapped in waves of blue and green
Mother Nature hums a tune and sits.
While her children play, she calmly knits.
As the planets go round and round,
and the eons pass to her gentle sound,
she rocks, everlasting and immutable,
weaving patterns that are beautiful.
She knits ripples on the lakes,
the hexagons on cold snowflakes,
the spirals in sunflowers and the nautilus,
for you and I, and for all of us.
In the desert, under the big sky,
she puts cracks in clay, now dry.
With her leopard, she's so besotted,
she gives him a coat that's spotted.
Here's a game that you can play -
look around, when you're out today.
Find a pattern our mother has made
as she adorns the grand parade.
Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break