Nature Personification Poems | Examples
These Nature Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Personification Nature poems written by international poets.
Dewdrops kiss my skin
A silver coat over my shoulders, green
There's magic in every morning.
In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earths daughters
They sway their hips,
they nod their heads
petals fall at my feet.
The floor is carpeted with beautiful hues
red, white and purple too
The birds come piping morning's tune.
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.
12 when I wrote this, from the perspective of a mushroom.
My gills grasping at air, but the grass is not too far;
My scales glimmering stupidly to shine through watered tar.
And in the gaseous tarmac world, I shine here far too bright,
And oh, the air, too stale if for my gills to get it right.
I long to build a house and make a living off of sticks,
Press flowers to make bookmarks. Feather ink dips.
And for one day, to hear ... a knocking or a rattle
Of rats and pigeons at my door. To me, should they grapple
I wished to fly away with birds, claws ripping flesh and all
To find my new roots in the sky: frail, delicate, tall.
I wished to burrow in the ground when I must collapse.
I wish to hide me from the world. I wish for a relapse.
A tingle down my stem, my gills no longer pulchrify
My dirtied shine, my residue: I tell you, "eye for eye."
This vivid tarmac world around me, perfectly reflecting
How little you appreciated when we were worth defending.
The Storm uttered his vengeful voice
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his mighty hands.
The trees cried loudly as they were rent.
The rivers drank more than they could bear.
Creatures hid in quivering protest
As the storm’s soldiers marched quickly by.
When he passed there came a gentle touch.
His life was squandered in his fury.
The sky shone forth his bright epitaph
And mere mortals spoke ill of the dead.
Upon the earth renewed life sprang forth
And nature was blessed by his fury.
The hatred of the Storm King withal
Became the source of much grace below.
For you, the winter has departed
For me, the spring has started,
Seasons began where nature parted.
Going from north to south
on its axis through the earth
around the sun, the seasons give birth.
There are no wasted nights
nor annulment of days,
with rainy clouds and sunny rays.
Every journey has a portrait.
Every spare moment in the fate
the mood keeps the spirit awake.
When the sun comes shining
All the flowers begin blooming
Their beauty and radiance illuminating
A day moves into a new horizon
The possessive night lingers on
Into memorial direction.
Every step is a valuable lesson
To capture the paths of each person
which leads to the same destination.
Where life's challenges begin
With whispering voices in the wind
receptive illusions and dark living.
The path known could be everything
when you recall, it could be nothing
only the memory of silence serenading
Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold.
Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant.
Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud.
A vine in Winter;
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.
Nutrients, in a nutshell; the soil spoils me with its richness.
I shake and sip through a straw; divine all the royalties,
whilst sleeping, dreaming of a verdant summertime.
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.
Carbohydrate-filled, I don’t need much energy to laze
about in the hills, watching flakes melt upon my vines.
My time; I am expecting to thrill, when warmed to the gills.
A vine in Winter.
Just how I like it.
I don’t mind this tender time, for in due season, I’ll grow.
For now, cryoprotectants let me safely tarry. Tomorrow
is a sunny disposition, Annie; the terminus of dreamland.
The tree sheds tears when
It's leaves are shed in the glen
It feels a piece of it is ripped apart
When the fruits rot and fall from it like a dart
It feels pained when the beautiful flowers wilt
But it feels pushed to the hilt
When mankind , to who it has given its heart and soul
Cuts its bark down whole
Such; is the tree's tenderness
Which we need in our own feelings to address
The finer qualities of life
Which will carry us through every strife
Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.
Green and purple blooms
are always in her warm face ~
'til she sinks in grace.
Exquisite pinks golds and blues
fade out, as plum night ensues.
October’s voices sing to the rhythm of my soul-
Calling me to come,
Urging me to experience anew
The bounty of her being.
She is poetry
Moved in repetition yearly,
Enticing me to journey into the outside
To play while the sun shines still and
The wind blows warmly.
“Come!
Taste the richness of my colors.
See the fragrant late blooms.
Hear the reds and yellows, and oranges sing vibrantly throughout the hills
Smell the textures of the nearby farmland
Feel the living things reach out and gather all into October’s arms.
Wrap yourself in her earthly blanket woven in Heaven’s loom.
Come!”
October’s voices recite repeatedly her lyrical song.
"Come!
Leave your books, your tools, your duties for the time is short.
The trees shout joyously in the delight of day!
Come! Come into the outside
While the sun still shines and
The wind blows warmly."
He knows his splendor
would be too much
to take in all at once,
and so he announces his coming
by revealing little bits of himself...
A sun drenched tree in the distance
a building all lit up in his glory,
the windows ablaze with fire
Little by little, he creeps closer and closer
to where I stand watering the lawn.
Not wanting to overwhelm me,
he creeps up from behind
and I feel his touch
on the nape of my neck.
Enveloped by warmth, I turn around
for my kiss.
Oh, what sweet delicious bliss
He then continues on his way
taking control of the sky,
exuding his authority
by turning everything in his path
to pure gold.
Slowly, but surely...
he subjugates everything he touches
till he reaches his zenith in the sky,
and is the supreme ruler of life.
This I know, and of this I am certain
that I am and will always be
a worshiper of the sun!
Eileen Manassian
There’s fire in those eyes
Flames flicker from finger tips
Her voice is forged from thunder
She has such shapely hips
She’s not quick to anger
Still you do not want her scorn
Her’s is the soul of a warrior
Heaven sent not mortal born
She is the thing of legends
Impossible to understand
With subtle smile upon her lips
The sky she does command
You may call her nature
A mother to us all
Winter spring and summer
multicoloured in the fall.
Stare upon her beauty
Suckle at her breast
God’s offering from the heavens
Is she a curse or are we blessed?
In the chilly hours of the graying gloaming,
silent shivers rise from the estuary.
Just before the waves churn in frothy foaming,
Goddess Moon approaches Her adversary.
Sun slinks away at Her approaching homing,
slowly shedding His cloak as Luminary.
She reigns all through the darkened and leaden night
until stubborn Sun returns, anew and bright.
Beyond dry facts, a muse awakens bright,
Poetry's embrace, where hidden feelings write.
My teacher's heart finds solace in the rhyme,
Inspiring minds to soar beyond fading time.
Language, my brush, paints worlds for all to see,
Connecting souls beneath a boundless sky.
Nature's whispers weave a tapestry so grand,
Emotions bloom, reflected in each hand.
Freedom's song takes flight, resilience finds its voice,
A wellspring deep, where hidden wisdom is enjoyed.
The scholar's mind ablaze, a passion set alight,
Poetry's bridge, forever burning bright.
This endless dance of heart, of mind, of soul,
In every verse, a story yet unfolds.
With every line, a legacy I weave,
Inspiring hearts are the truest gift to leave.
Unconditional Love is free,
To give an opinion,
To forgive,
To seek to understand,
To be a sounding board,
To bring hope,
To commend,
To bring laughter,
To spread joy,
To show kindness,
To sit in silence,
To walk alongside,
To pave the way.
It is not free to demand,
To coerce,
To expect,,
To only say yes,
To gossip,
To snap back,
To go against its nature,
To give false hope,
To make light of a situation,
To lead astray,
To be unkind,
To give up,
To give in to unreasonable requests,
To make it about itself,
To put time limits.
Whisperer of the ancient tales,
Breath of the Earth that gales.
Daylight's gentle breeze,
And dark night's howling trees.
Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents,
Sculptor of dunes and herald of storms.
Invisible traveller and caressing lover,
Tender murmurer and refreshing cooler.
The wind, an unseen wanderer,
A blind, playful squanderer.
It sweeps the Earth with gentle fingers,
In every nook, its demeanor lingers.