Nature Quatern Poems | Examples
These Nature Quatern poems are examples of Quatern poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Quatern Nature poems written by international poets.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
How may I utilise ? How to manage ?
'Some' fixed deposit : but amount not shown.
Quality 'Time' how may I arrange ?
Only possible approach not to waste.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
Spending every moment on work at best.
Time is passing continuous and flown.
'Money' can be earned, but 'Time' can't be grown.
Time flying forever, won't come again.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
'Money' I can lose, also to regain.
Most valueable currency is 'Time'.
Honouring each second , not be blown.
Precious gift of Nature : Need is prime.
Total 'Time' scheduled for life is unknown !
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Willows weep in the morning sun.
Roots write braille onto buried rocks.
Each ring a witness to droughts, floods~
observer of seasonal tides.
Willows weep in the morning sun.
Sap pulses slow as glaciers melt~
veins map stories untranslated
by wind, beetle, or human sighs.
Willows weep in the morning sun.
Underground, fungal threads ignite
enzymatic cries for kinship~
networks flaring like neural stars.
Willows weep in the morning sun.
Sunrise cracks the bark; forest breathes
oxygenated confession~
We have always known how to wait.
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
Sol gives birth to a brand new day.
And the flowers instinctively;
begin opening their petals.
Shadows scurry back into cracks,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
And color steps from the shadows,
as the moon completes its cycle.
A spectacular sun rises
to once more push back the darkness.
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
the sun illuminates the sky.
Dusk and Dawn are a package deal,
for light and dark are conjoined twins.
Dawn retrieves the day that Dusk lost,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
On dusty roads, through swirling leaves
Traces of joy silence the trees,
Who blaze with shades of bronze and gold
Whispers of light peaking through twigs
Dancing, swaying to sunlight’s song,
On dusty roads, through swirling leaves
Bold shadows recall twilight’s call,
While blessings of light calm the soul.
Dejected moans from earth’s secrets,
Soar through the skies as autumn sighs
On dusty roads, through swirling leaves
Risking wild dreams for gentling peace
Still embers burn the clouds away
Ashes of summer, haunting souls
Who grieve for the sun’s soft mists
On dusty roads, through swirling leaves
Autumn’s calm gentles dancing leaves
Humble hearts sigh through fragile tears
Streams slumber, trembling in silence
As night whispers through misty smiles
Old songs play on the soul’s guitar
Autumn’s calm gentles dancing leaves
Countless hopes abide in life’s dreams
Lovely blessings flow through dewdrops
Once lilacs left their soft perfume
To cajole wonders, blithe and new
Autumn’s calm gentles dancing leaves
Etching grace through majestic trees
Frail maples, tender oaks and birch
Weary those who don’t hear their words
Ever luring the soul to breath
Autumn’s calm gentles dancing leaves
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Vibrant rainbow blossom to come
Idyllic redolence fragrance.
Song retold on garden pleasance.
Error-less scents so admired thrum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Dawn lightens fanciful golden
Purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
As the fields tiny blossoms hum,
Sweet and tender jewels' outcome.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Where yet forbear spider hides from.
Dandelion fluff dance across
Green grass spirit free and crisscross,
Budding in and upon beach-plum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome.
2/8/2024
As summer grudgingly gives way,
Autumn comes close to the threshold.
Many changes come in array,
Though they can’t be kept long in hold.
Wind blows mild in whispering tone,
As summer grudgingly gives way.
Leaves change into dark red and brown.
In time they fall and in air sway.
Maple tree makes our mind so gay.
Its bright auburn shade, none can hide.
As summer grudgingly gives way,
All dressed up, Earth comes as a bride.
With autumn, trees wear a face new.
It's when wind blows in mighty sway.
Such changes are a joy to view,
As summer grudgingly gives way.
close up, beneath the microscope,
faint veins design subtle roadmaps
following the paths and streets, lanes
leading over peaks, reflecting
lovely stardust, broken fragments
close up, beneath the microscope,
gentling flames in yesterday’s maze,
beyond what the microscope sees
a labyrinth much like a dream
fading, silent under the light
close up, beneath the microscope,
revealing trails who are lasting…
trails traveled by hearts who believe.
not seeing, meekly trusting Him,
who blesses souls with everlasting
close up, beneath the microscope.
Seek shelter if you want to live,
when a tornado touches down.
Swirling, spinning winds launch debris
that's strewn through the air like shrapnel.
When whirling winds out-roar a train,
seek shelter if you want to live.
Spiraling down from pitch-black clouds
an ebony scythe cuts a track.
Every building is torn apart
and flattened beyond description.
Seek shelter if you want to live;
Mother Nature doesn't know mercy.
Storms are beyond mortal control,
and tornados are proof of that.
Upon that realization,
seek shelter if you want to live.
Autumn exudes divine Artist’s glow
Nature shows midst radiant bliss
Red leaves blend with gold heaps below
Grand iridescence sight can’t miss.
As hues change, distinct in each strand
Autumn exudes divine Artist’s glow
Orange foliage sheds green brand
Swaying lively in lovely blow.
Blest to expose much blessings flow
Marked well by colorful harvest
Autumn exudes divine Artist’s glow
Exalting* God’s perfection best.
Possessing awesome beauty’s worth
Smiting woe with cheer to bestow
As marvelous season on earth
Autumn exudes divine Artist’s glow.
*Psalm 57:5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens;
let thy glory be above all the earth.
October 12, 2023
The gilding of the canopies
attests to Autumn's Midas touch,
whereas amber and orange leaves
are inlaid with gold filigree.
Jack Frost's icy breath ushers in
the gilding of the canopies,
and with yellow and crimson tints,
Nature dabbles in abstract art.
Fallen leaves crackle underfoot
as squirrels scamper for acorns.
The gilding of the canopies
signals that it's time to store nuts.
Honking geese begin flying south
over blazing leaves of scarlet,
yet the color change began with
the gilding of the canopies.
"I'm everywhere; I'm just a soul that's floating around here on earth."
Lauren Jauregui
I’d love to be floating without a care -
drifting to sky in a giant balloon -
gliding with breezes up into the air
pretending I even could touch the moon.
In and out of scenes Mother Nature weaves,
I’d love to be floating without a care
drifting like autumn’s most colorful leaves
round trees, over meadows, in skies so fair -
When life gets to be more than I can bear -
like twigs being carried down cool fresh streams,
I’d love to be floating without a care
or lifting off ground as I’ve done in some dreams.
To be like birds effortlessly gliding
winging my way as I live on a prayer.
How nice to be on swift currents riding.
I’d love to be floating without a care.
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Whisper and sigh, luring dream’s smile
Dawn’s magnificence, though not quite
So vibrant as summer’s exile
Season of mirth, season of grace
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Summer swears all doubt she’ll erase
Gentling hearts with love to excite
Perfect love glows, hope will invite
Hearts to listen to tender songs
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Morning quiets the harshest wrongs
Soothing calm in the dawn’s rose blush
Beautiful dreams filled with insight
Faint raining, stillness that won’t hush
Dew drenched petals, kissed by soft light
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring
When nights are mired in wintry freeze
And days shudder, as zephyrs zing,
Where fall decayed in frozen breeze.
As meadows ache of dormant dreams
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring
And prairies rushing giggling streams
When songs of romance robins sing.
While shivering trees snowflakes cling
And barren hills long verdant glee,
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring
Where chasing nectar monarchs spree.
When buds winsome of season please
Sprouting trees that rustle and swing,
As tranquil green foothills appease;
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring.
May 5, 2023
Placed 2nd: Writing Challenge – “Y” Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Quatern (eight syllables per line)
Gray skies and heavy fogs
Gusty wind with hovering calls
Downpour of cold raindrops
Soaking wet oak treetops
Swaying meadows of hilltops
Delighted deer grazing on grass
Green pasture and turkey flocks
Blue pond with two mallards
Pink moon’s gleams at dawn
Silvery-pink dusting on lake-top
Scatters of nippy dewdrops
Chilly goosebumps on arms