Nature Prose Poetry Poems
These Nature Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Nature poems written by international poets.
education, forgiveness, humanity,
A hurtful event occuring
Covering all of the land.
Outside when I opened my eyes I saw nature crumbling
Crumbling down as the sun sets.
SWEET BREAD FED, THAT LED SWEETEST RECALL, BEYOND FALL
angel, appreciation, birthday, celebration,
#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st....
Sid's Green Grass
For nearly 40 years,
Much of Sid's environs were golden hues
and browns that are common in Fall.
Some of nature's best photographs become
so common as to be...
Flowers and Daisies
child, flower, joy, nature,
Once there was a boy who loved to pick flowers.
He wished he could pick all the flowers in the world.
He knew he could not do...
death, environment, mental illness,
Do you feel the great turning, the maelstrom coming around, spitting sparks of searing birds that circle each other screaming in a language like rain?...
The Bear and the Bullet Tracers
environment, loneliness, lonely, nature,
The desolate perfection of solitude. The shiver of recognition that there is only one being on the mountain, and that’s you. The pine trees watch,...
In the spring of '23, at first, all looked pretty and free.
The first year in our new home, we anticipated a beautiful canopy
as the trees...
a little curled
and a little dry
lay on the bathroom floor
I bent down
and gently picked it up
carrying it out to the garden
What Do I See
12th grade, childhood, friend,
What do I see when I drive through my old neighborhood?
Not the familiar cookie cutter houses or the elementary school I attended with my friends....
Surrounded By Magnificence
the reds and purples of the sky have never looked as pretty
Charlotte stopped paddling to breathe in God’s beauty
He had outdone himself on today’s sunrise...
Pangs of the Day
anxiety, hope, humanity, nature,
Deep in dust
Lost in the swam
Drawn by the heavy wind
Crushed by the sun
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch
Tipsy With Gypsy Love
Ah!, the morning coffee, crosswords puzzle and a pretty face in the background;
That's my day starting with brain and belly when your guts say, Ping!...
Nature and Meditation
Susan had been abused and misused when I met her
She was not attempting to unleash herself at that point
I did not suggest it, it I...
Interview With a Dying Tree
Interview with a Dying Tree.
I had bought a mango sapling twenty five years back from a fair and...
Barefoot In the Country
I am lightly prancing through the grasses close to my house.
Loving the cool feel of the violets and dandelions on my toes.
Tickling me, in the...