Nature Poets Poems - Poems about Nature Poets

sunset on lily pad pond look, I say look basho and that frog ...

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moss embraces stone walls l ...

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cascading ...

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Flowing from the river of love, I watch you dance in beautiful strides...like rolling ripples in my heart, you come to me along the river side A mirror of the vast wilderness, you reflect a calmness dwelling deep inside, to appear with the rising sun, lingering with a twinkling of your eye Of all the youthful dreams I...

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Written on April 14th 2025 for Mystic Rose Rose prompt Finish my Poem contest Mystic Rose Roses’ two couplets “As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of...

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Why should I add another word To words already spoke and heard. Because to say, "The morning web was hung with light." Is not to say, "A spider gathered jewels today."...

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We all follow our destiny A poet will write, what is right for thee Whether chatterbox or Silent One On our marks we are set And follow fore ordained scripts Since times beginning, begun All birds shall take wing Compelled to sing, twittering To God as to Man It matters not who They sing their song to For all will understand Doorstep birds sing Don't worry...

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Do poets always walk in the rain? This poet once did When she was but a kid. The bathwater of summer drops Cascading from suburban chimney tops, Puddles on pavement Begging for splashing, A robin’s egg in the grass All fractured and bashed-in. The simple wonders Of childhood Are not so long gone. Be mindful, you children Don’t fail to hold on. ...

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Dreaming of verdant meadows and amber acreage flush on the banks of a dazzling blue lake's ridge Jousting with villains for the hand of fair damsels or expounding the writ close by the chancel Forsooth, verily, indeed and indubitably though others kvetch...

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Twirling leaves of gold and brown surrender humbly to death's round. Summer memories autumns drown, while whistling winds in woods resound. Squirrels scurry in hunt profound. A morning's mist rises from damp ground, early cold in a frosty gown, covers geraniums with wet crowns. What a season of keen renown for poets are moved to greatly expound, sitting by fires peacefully unwound as...

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" I wandered lonely as a cloud " ~William Wordsworth ~ Shook away by solemn persuasive wind, I felt as though fallen from my splendor; Leaves of red, yellow, green and every kind, Seemed, yet, showing me fraternal ardor; Ash, maple,...

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In different forests, there live poets... They are trees, they are plants... Some are full of fruits, others full of thorns, some offer shadows, others just haunt... Just as in real life...!...

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Oh, you know it when will you find it! You smell it, and it carries a very special message Just for you. That empowers you in conversation, Taking you to write with beauty of other people and places. It sings of tall trees, birds and rushing waters. It whispers to you that you are God’s son or daughter. It is nature’s most divine alchemy. Reminding...

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Raindrops falling on windowpane cloudy grey sky with lightning vein Upon close look, a lilac hue and tiny pockets found of blue Rainy days tempt poets to write of roses in bloom, stars at night; of golden leaves as Autumn fades, or shadows found...

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Far away over meadows, fields and hills Or through oak woodland which is ever sweet; Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils. Early morning, amid the dewy chills Where a dawn kissed grassland moistens the feet Far away over meadows, fields and hills. A perfumed carpet your raw sense it fills A yellow trumpeted aspect replete Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils. And by the noon, as...

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