Nature Pantoum Poems | Examples
These Nature Pantoum poems are examples of Pantoum poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Pantoum Nature poems written by international poets.
Waves dance beneath the clouds,
tossing fish that fly high in the air.
That hot storm was triggering foam
as square ripples erode the shore.
Tossing fish that fly high in the air,
so enticing yet so far out of reach.
As square ripples erode the shore
designing art with their destruction.
So enticing yet so far out of reach,
immune to the luster of seduction.
Designing art with their destruction,
a view undoubtably awe inspiring.
Immune to the luster of seduction,
all of the seagulls know better.
A view undoubtably awe inspiring,
the picture of complete disruption.
All of the seagulls know better,
that hot storm was triggering foam.
The picture of complete disruption,
waves dance beneath the clouds.
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away,
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder,
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer.
A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods
to grow the most intimate connection.
Eldritch whispers through the trees,
let’s scare the boys with our smile.
To grow the most intimate connection,
fall upon the sword of a diamond mess.
Let’s scare the boys with our smile,
cat-calling and out of control tweaking.
Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess,
crystals just sparkle brighter broken.
Cat-calling and out of control tweaking,
this will be an hour to remember.
Crystals just sparkle brighter broken,
imperfection magnifies the prism.
This will be an hour to remember,
buckle up and get ready to ride.
Imperfection magnifies the prism,
eldritch whispers through the trees.
Buckle up and get ready to ride,
a jaunt into the mouth of feral woods.
New cracks in old stone
Just beginning to show,
Reveals things never shown
Things only one could know
Just beginning to show
A solid surface scrambles,
Things only one could know
Shedding into shambles
A solid surface scrambles
Every chisel brings a change,
Shedding into shambles
In time, it must arrange
Every chisel brings a change
Upon hard - headed rock,
In time, it must arrange
For none can beat the clock
Upon hard - headed rock
Reveals things never shown,
For none can beat the clock
New cracks in old stone.
Soaked by a spectacular spindrift,
liminal lingering leaves me locked up;
My eyes, a glass covered in sea salt;
Warm spray masquerades the rim.
Liminal lingering leaves me locked up,
waiting on tempestuous mavericks;
Warm spray masquerades the rim,
sprinkles intrude and steal the sip.
Waiting on tempestuous mavericks
to deepen this dance of distraction;
Sprinkles intrude and steal the sip
stifling the potency of chosen poison.
To deepen this dance of distraction
every wave is a wondrous swoosh;
Stifling the potency of chosen poison,
disguised as such intricate beauty.
Every wave is a wondrous swoosh;
My eyes, a glass covered in sea salt.
Disguised as such intricate beauty,
soaked by a spectacular spindrift.
We worship the Sun that’s wielding fire,
be still let the dandelions bloom;
Release the last of the bitter frost
allow a smile to return to your eyes;
Be still let the dandelions bloom,
it may take some time to grant wishes;
Allow a smile to return to your eyes,
all of winter you have not felt free;
It may take some time to grant wishes,
habitual magick is rising,
All of winter you have not felt free,
hibernating just to remain warm;
Habitual magick is rising,
there is a rebirth of young flowers;
Hibernating just to remain warm,
nature sometimes pauses to heat up;
There is a rebirth of young flowers,
release the last of the bitter frost;
Nature sometimes pauses to heat up,
we worship the Sun that’s wielding fire.
I have but this one wish for the next year,
to improve my poetic writing skill;
finding the best of words to bring a tear,
pray my pen will find the right words to spill.
To improve my poetic writing skill,
so important for my journey forward;
finding the best of words to bring a tear,
I will pen of nature, flowers, or bird.
So important for my journey forward,
I have a dream but I need a good team;
I will pen of nature, flowers, or bird,
my team- poets old and poets who dream.
I have a dream but I need a good team,
will study writings and style of the old;
my team- poets old and poets who dream,
asking poets for inspiration gold.
Will study writings and style of the old,
finding the best of words to bring a tear;
asking poets for inspiration gold,
I have but this one wish for the next year.
Summer's mask behind glinting flowers—
'Fraid to be seen kneeling at their leaf;
In her passions swathed by the air—
With the blooming sweat to pull it off.
'Fraid to be seen kneeling at their leaf,
She endows her soul around stem's waist;
In her passions swathed by the air,
Like colors' shadows in probing moments.
She endows her soul around stem's waist;
In her passions swathed by the air,
Like colors' shadows in probing moments—
Summer's mask behind glinting flowers.
Summer comes with a sweltering iron
Mashed on the growling flowers—
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
All life's skin craves the steam.
Mashed on the growling flowers—
When the bulbs' expressions out at last,
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
To catch hot pain is now my norm.
When the bulbs' expressions out at last,
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
To catch hot pain is now my norm—
Summer comes with a sweltering iron.
Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down,
For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs,
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's fast,
And Winter then, snowing hard with a forest's bare; bony abs.
For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs
Out of our brief life; peeping, concerned heads,
And Winter then, snowing hard with a forest's bare; bony abs—
Though it is God in that, that must be wept for;
Out of our brief life; their peeping, concerned heads,
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's fast,
Though it is God in that, that must be wept for—
Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down.
The moon parts ways with the clouds
For a taste of tender alley light—
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
In the mouth of the maiden dark.
For a taste of tender alley light—
A glimpse below of yielding lovers' kiss,
In the mouth of the maiden dark—
A refrain calmed in the air.
A glimpse below of yielding lovers' kiss,
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
A refrain calmed in the air—
The moon parts ways with the clouds.
Earth is the planet we call home;
a blue sapphire spinning in space
orbiting a splendorous sun,
an extraordinary jewel.
A blue sapphire spinning in space,
it is breathtaking to behold;
an extraordinary jewel,
Earth is a gem beyond compare.
It is breathtaking to behold,
offset by billions of bright stars;
Earth is a gem beyond compare,
tethered to an orbiting moon.
Offset by billions of bright stars,
with tilted poles of ice and snow;
tethered to an orbiting moon,
it gets bathed in light night and day.
With tilted poles of ice and snow
orbiting a splendorous sun,
it gets bathed in light day and night;
Earth is the planet we call home.
Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed. - Robert H. Schuller
Luscious crimson, amber, falling
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Reciting journeys, their calling
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Fables and feelings, rustling winds
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns
Blessings eternal, gentling minds
Fables and feelings, rustling winds
Glossy skins need peeling, tasty
Blessings eternal, gentling minds
Autumn swirls its songs so hasty
Glossy skins need peeling, tasty
Scrumptious liquids dribbling juices
Autumn swirls its songs so hasty
Startling bliss without excuses
Scrumptious liquids dribbling juices
Orchard scented with fruity hints
Startling bliss without excuses
Perfumed by autumn’s trailing prints
Orchard scented with fruity hints
Picking between the red and gold
Perfumed by autumn’s trailing prints
Harvest time, striking to behold
Picking between the red and gold
Reciting journeys, their calling
Harvest time, striking to behold
Luscious crimson, amber, falling
I love Nature and Nature Loves Me
I kissed the wind, and the shadows didn't see it coming
I embraced the dark as the light consumed it
I held the branch the hand of the Cotton wood tree
I'm in love with nature and nature is me
I embraced the dark as the light consumed it
I'm in love with nature I be what I be
I'm in love with nature and nature is me
Full of energy lightening I kiss nature and it kissed me
I'm in love with nature I be what I be
I held the branch the hand of the Cotton wood tree
Full of energy lightening I kiss nature and it kissed me
I kissed the wind, and the shadows didn't see it coming
4/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring,
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer.
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds.
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds,
Then in flaming, wild rosebush, in the heart of spring so pure;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds,
While one thing remains sure-its pretty song will ever endure!
Then in flaming, wild rosebush, in the heart of spring, so pure,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
While one thing remains sure-its pretty song will ever endure,
Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring.