Nature Ode Poems | Examples
These Nature Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Ode Nature poems written by international poets.
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.
Oh Bobcat, spirit-walker of the river’s edge,
I stand beside these slow brown waters
and watch your shadow glide through the reeds.
Your coat—sun-fired gold, dusk-marked and wild~
holds the colors of the plains after rain,
a pelt worthy of Comanche warriors,
yet more worthy of awe.
Muscles ripple beneath you
like wind moving through tallgrass,
quiet, certain, older than my people’s stories.
Night belongs to you.
You slip through it without sound,
eyes bright as coals in a dying fire,
seeking the heartbeat of rabbit, quail, deer.
I honor your hunger, your strength,
your right to walk this land unchallenged.
Here along the Trinity River,
I bow my head to your power~
for in your fierce grace,
I remember my own.
Ode to Shen Zhou
From
atop
a mountain
in Jiangsu
Province in China
during the era of
the Ming Dynasty, Shen Zhou,
a nature artist, poet, and
calligrapher, is respected and
admired for his cultural influence.
***
Dear precious parakeet, Cheesesteak,
how nature has betrayed your life!
Though you were sheltered, it would take
that life away through pain and strife.
Sometimes, domestic pets like cats
retain their primal urge to hunt;
their victims, like those birds and rats
become the martyrs of their stunt.
Your owner's heart's now broken too
in having loved both cat and bird.
But there is so much one can do
when nature's instinct is preferred.
So dearly missed now every day-
dear precious parakeet, please know
that while you lived, all did convey-
your dear, kind human loved you so.
~ PALATIAL ESTATES ~
ponies… waterfalls… rainbows…
... pickleball... wrecked... all
Crepuscule creeps along the cusp of daylight,
encroaching duly on the day’s blond glow.
As lumbering dusk steps upon its foe,
Flowing forth spills the wine of sanguine twilight.
Behind the ruby blush, with runaway light,
a dazzled sky, baffled by the overflow
of effervescent stars, begins to show
the milky way’s great triumph, it’s broad highlight.
And now that night has firmly settled down,
the radiant band that proudly streaks bright
across the midnight plains shines grandiose,
adorning heaven’s glorious mane, a crown
of speckled jewels, in its brilliant might,
Pouring out its resplendence, saccharose.
Waves careening up
And down on the vast shoreline;
The sea’s melody.
Polaris, Star of Ursa Minor
among her suns, you are chief shiner.
Commonly known as Pole or North Star
you guide navigators from afar.
Can you also lead and guide me
as She who led the Magi Three
to the Desire of all Ages
prophesied of by many sages.
Polaris, famous as the North Star
what a fit metaphor you are
of Jesus, the “Bright and Morning Star”
who leads and guides men from afar.
Fellow travelers, life’s wayfarers
Don’t be detoured by naysayers.
Jesus is the true Polaris,
He is the guide to get to know.
When you feel the spark of life dim,
look then to the twi-lit skies:
each sunset is a painted
promise of tomorrow,
possibility within each
brushstroke cloud.
The ghosted moon,
only half realized,
reflects gently
the divine course
for us to follow, or
reject as we desire.
And all cannot be lost
while the stars still shine:
by them, ancient sailors
plotted course back home, or
explored the farthest shores.
After all, the gods had
placed them in the sky
to teach us how to dream.
Quote: “The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.” Emerson
Forest, a Delphic shrine,
In woods where shadows dance in dappled light,
The forest stands in depths of day or night,
Where secrets prevail in sky’s solitude.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Whose whispered tales caress the breeze's song,
The rustling leaves, a chorus soft and low,
Their wisdom echoes through the sylvan glade.
I roam in the enchanted verdant halls,
Struggling, and hoping,
Searching the hidden truths in your silent realm,
And the zephyr tells me,” Here your soul will find sweet solace”.
Ode to a Beaver
I watch the beaver gnaw the tree
And see its place in history:
Cursed with a luxurious pelt
Sought after by European furriers.
Like a virus invasion out of control,
The species was hunted, trapped, and slaughtered,
And its habitat was clearcut and destroyed
For foreign settlements and agriculture.
Human beings can be a cruel lot,
Killing for pleasure and exploitation.
I regret the harm inflicted
Upon these creatures of creation.
As I contemplate my journey’s end
While staring at the swamp of its making,
Tears form, and joy swells in my heart to see,
By the lodge’s entrance, kits swimming.
Ode to Tofitian Rain
What is in Tofino rain
that makes it smell so sweet?
A blend of berries, a certain strain
of sea salt, fog and peat
it smells of woodsmoke, tangy fir
and kelp washed up on shore
it smells of bitter evergreen
and dampened black bear fur,
blackberry wine that I just poured
and roasted coffee bean
it smells of maple, honeycomb
it smells of earth
it smells like home.
Each year the ghost of past Falls’ returns
bringing its simple—but wondrous—treasures.
Turning the world to harmonious earthy hues.
Ardent amber, golden orange, warm browns of
walnut, spicy toffee, biscuit, bronze, russet reds.
Autumn’s brisk light dances on orchards blessing abundant harvests.
Cinnamon, pumpkin, ginger, pecan and persimmon.
September skies expectant for the change as
radiant woodlands pivot to leafy, lulled, silent shadows.
Faded fallen, fluttering leaves, crisp crunchy, mottled pathways.
Lost glorious largesse.
In the inevitable passing of seasons — this velvet, vibrant
vivid — Autumn is treasured most.
Ode To Refrigerator
My regards to Refrigerator !
Cool temperature
Calm by its nature.
Superb in Tecno sector.
Most helpful actually.
No need to cook regularly.
Preserving
Deserving
Cold character .
Accommodates every food item as I saw !
Cooked or raw :
Not to mention,
but no discrimination
and puts equal attention :
Unbiased factor.
02/25/23
As bright as the light
so charming is such flare,
I also love the morning
before the dawn, basking
in the sun of dark before
daybreak's arising affair –
then I feel closest to spirit
comfortably tucked
free from the turmoil
of a laboring world,
at times seeming in
competition with a
Universe~ man's better
nature, instinctively driven
afar
This is when I do my art
write my poetry, inviting angels
dear to disturb me, theirs a comforting
pinch
and nuzzle
dark is not evil
and night is not to fear
for God is always near
even in those far-off wells
between the stars –