Nature Prose Poems | Examples
These Nature Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Prose Nature poems written by international poets.
A 20 liner quasi -rhymed quatrain nature fantasy so childish compared to the succinct poetry which has earned Emily's reputation as a goto US poet
Having seen my nature
From the Holy Scripture
I have become a painter
I am painting my picture
My medium is the Scripture
I am still painting, my work
is still not finished.
Will S provides a short analysis of 'the true' equivalents in the nature of marriage(I speak as one married 65 years(& counting) this August month).He does this in his usual 'standard sonnet style of 3 quatrains & usual couplet conclusion albeit some outdated rhyme prounciation .
Japan born famous haikai -ist' ventures into a rhymed abab double quatrain for a bio like descriptive of love..an impossible task..yet the nature of personal love being so compelling even we less talented poets are not immune to put stylus to screen
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day — Summer
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from midday’s rest,
Awakened softly by the sun’s low quest,
The western-turning light drifts down,
And warmth still hums through field and town.
Hide-and-seek and kick-the-can,
Catching fireflies, each fleeting span—
The children’s laughter fills the air,
As birds and insects dance with flair.
Long golden days invite delight,
As coolness softens fading light.
Crickets and frogs sing sleepy tunes,
And darkness gathers ‘neath the moons.
My fields grow quiet, the evening deep,
My creatures sigh and drift to sleep.
A few last games, then baths and bed—
Where joy still dances in each head.
NAKED TREES AND WINTER COLD
What freaks of nature
They may seem to be:
Tall trees—barked skeletons—
Of well seasoned wood:-
Well seasoned wood,
Piercing the sky,
Casting weird shadows
Across the chilled terrain:-
Their statuesque stillness,
Poised assurance
Of the coming
Spring resurrection:-
If only we too could stand
In such blessed assurance:-
Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
to provide for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
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OF COSMIC TERRESTRIAL HUMANITY
We were born
Creatures of love,
And for a while
We remained so;
Unaware of knowing
And learning
Anything else:-
Then, as if
By a human-like
Summer solstice,
We tilted
Towards becoming
Creatures of hate:-
Now, we find ourselves,
Being confused, vacillating
Creatures of life, caught
In human-like equinoxes
Of love and hate,
On the terrestrial equator
Of human suffering:
Caught between earthly
Jaws of justice and injustice:-
Here, in the cosmic
Terrestrial nature
Of our humanity,
So much is taught
And learned
In our life’s seasons,
As we bloom and grow
From the womb to the tomb:-
IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS
The irony of forgiveness,
Is that human nature, doesn't
Demand that its cause
Be given forgetfulness;
Thus, giving anger opportunity
To revive its paining spirit
Of negative recollection;
Versus positive reconciliation:-
To forgive and not forget
Can prove to be oxymoronic;
Inhibiting resurrecting love
From eternally bonding
Family, friends, or lovers:-
The forgiveness we ask of God,
We must also give to one another;
And this forgiveness begins
With the forgiveness of self:-
Past trials and tribulations
Extricated and flushed down,
Let self be now ever bonded
In the onederful oneness onement
That God has bestowed upon thee
With faith’s divine peace and love:-
Tears of Joy
God cried today; His tears fertilized
Mother Earth’s womb;
The fragrance of nature saturated the air.
Tomorrow I will cry upon your grave
Laughing tears
Falling from pregnant memories:
Pregnant memories
Washing away grief’s gloom,
Watering love,
And the happiness of peace
We shared:-
Just as it’s not always so
First thought is best thought
There’s always exceptions to the rule
Or to put it directly,
Rules are made to be broken,
Or more charitably
Rules are by nature fluid
Suited to conditions which are always
By definition conditional.
And so my rule of thumb for poetry
Less is more
Jostles with the other three axioms of creation;
Less is less
More is less
More is more
Always needing to be considered
In the broader context
Of what is being said
And to whom.
(11/15/24)
(A MLOKU)*
What a magnificent canvassing God gave us in the sky tonight;
The full moon and all the constellations glowing hypnotically;
With the oceans and the seas below, reflecting this glorious sight:-
*A 3-line poem with each line
having 17 syllables and the 1st
and 3rd line ending in a rhyme;
focus may be on both nature &
human nature.
I walk through the glade
colour enlightens me-
in my mind's eye
abstractions rainbow
my persoective
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
The moonbroch is quite pronounced tonight—rain can’t be far off. It will be good for the vegetable garden and save my back from having to cart water for a few days. Not too much rain, though, as the skins of the tomatoes would split; they are about to be harvested ...
in their prime
full and promising
under limpid sky
threadbare jumper
gathered close
I was walking along a pond
When I felt myself being watched
It was not a creepy feeling
But it was absolute.
This was the first time I had been in nature for awhile
Walking around a pond, feeling a soft gentle breeze
Aware of nature, a tree, a violet, a cattail,
Silence enveloped me, I felt cushioned.
So sure I was that I was being watched
I stood perfectly still for a few minutes.
Waiting…..
A small movement caught my eyes.
I turned and watched a tiny brown snake
Slither down the trunk of a cottonwood tree.
I knew then he had been watching me.