Nature Romanticism Poems | Examples
These Nature Romanticism poems are examples of Romanticism poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Romanticism Nature poems written by international poets.
When was the Last time
When was the Last time you stepped out of the 4 walls in your mind
And set under the stars and dream the dreamers dream that was once part of who you were
When was the last time you set with your feet dangling in the cool rippling water
Beneath the shade tree of a lazy river as you set your thoughts free
It just you your maker and the beauty that it came to be
When was the last time you set your own self interest aside and loved with your heart open wide
Let those feelings inside let true freedom reside
So don’t let when was the last time be the last time you open your heart and your mind to a greater Devine larger than the 4 walls in your mind that trapped you for a time
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*numinous: google
"surpassing comprehension or understanding;
mysterious, that element in artistic expression
that remains numinous, arousing one's elevated
feelings of duty, honor, loyalty, etc.." ')
She loves sunrises
He loves sunrises too
Both are nice persons:
They love nature
They love people
Respecting others,
Telling facts and truths,
Very clear in their poems
Some of them are here!
Rainbows from a storm set up,
Left dazzling colors of hues
Clouds in the backdrop start to fade away
I think of sugar plums dancing in play.
The sun sends out its rays of light,
Winds in the air blowing just right
A drizzle of rain comes around
Not a drop of it hit the ground.
Nature, I do love its flowering smell,
And I can only begin to story-tell
That I've had this long-lasting affair
Where I and nature do not despair.
It is with her that gives me ease,
She's never failed me, she has always pleased
She breathes me in as I enter her woods
She took my hand, and there I stood.
Nature and her acceptance of me,
Free my mind of all drudgeries
She breathes me in as I enter her woods
She is beautiful to me, she's misunderstood
Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above.
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below.
You can feel the rain,
Drizzling droplets from the sky.
Pouring as it comes,
Faster and faster raindrops fly.
The soil becomes saturated by water.
Flowers dancing mirthfully,
Through their pads where they rooted.
Blades of grass seem happy, too!
Poise, the clouds of grey hues.
Balance and harmony,
They do bring,
For all the living things!
When I woke up this morning,
With the Sun's glowing rays
I leaned forward to feel
The warmth of it on my face.
I, sitting on the porch,
Watching nature awaken
Birds come out for feeding
I was excited and shaking.
The wind blows softly,
The trees wave their leaves
Like they were saying:
Good morning to me.
The doves in the background,
Are cooing for more.
Cotton ball clouds: of greys and white,
Roaming the sky above feels right
The smell of rain permeates the air
Flowers unfold pedals
Forms the beauty out there.
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Yess
In to mine
(iz there the less vulgar
than
salacious)
Thinkingz
truly
in nature itself's
imagine
there
the sequoia
'neath it
naked
I inhaled,
and the breeze flourished upon my skin,
I exhaled,
and the grass prickled at my fingertips,
I loved,
and the world exploded with its wonders,
I cried,
and I got sucked into the ink adding wonder to your pages,
Dark,
Aglow with beauty.
In the fields of sunshine and gold,
She is many petals of Beauty,
She is many stars of Love,
In her dresses,
Exotic, casual, and luminous,
She is many petals of Love,
She is many stars of Beauty,
In the naked fields,
Of iris lakes and moon,
She is many petals,
She is many stars,
Of Beauty and love
Reynaldo Casison
Hushed in a fugue
of Alpaca wool and rising resin
he sits on a stump
the relic legs of a mighty giant
hewn beneath the axeman's blade
its ageless corpse decays
sending up those honey notes
a whispering viola song
he stretches a bare arm from
the wool mist
reaches out, caresses a violet
newly woken from the mud
offers with a tender touch
some juxtaposed thanks
then plucks
lifts it up between two pages
shuts the book
violet pressed by poetry
he breathes a sigh
contended cloud billows
long and white
mingling with the soily musk
There's rose on his cheeks
love in his chest;
the warmth outweighs the chill
(Dedicated to Toni Marie Labadie.)
more than a river
more than a lake
even more than the ocean
I cherish a pond
0' the dawn is here for a new day,
Looking to the horizon of the meadow
The sun is just starting to peek its rays
Gleaming brightly into the skies above.
There's a slight breeze filling the air,
Drifting flawlessly across the skies
Two-morning doves gave a kiss of cooing
Perch high up on a branch in the pine.
A couple of squirrels chase one another.
Around and around the tree they go
You can hear them chattering
As if they were playfully laughing.
The trees look fresh green in the light,
You can almost smell the sap in the pines
The mighty oak, towering into the sky
Soaking up the morning sun's essence.
Tomorrow's, are never assured to us daily,
But, I'm humbled by His graciousness
Allowing me another day to live renewed
Starting the day with a clean slate.
The love and beauty of nature and human life,
It renews itself each day by the grace of our creator
Another chance to see a new sunrise and sunset
Illustrating its temperament colorings day and night.
So many men who take
And in doing so cause damage and Heart break
To women who must put the pieces back together
They rise up from the pain
They start looking once again
In the stormy weather
For this beautiful thing called love
They rise above
The pain
With new hope again
Only to meet the same or worse calibre as before
Not realizing the drama that's in store
Men want their needs to be met
So they will pressure for it until they get
A woman's chastity. They...
Spend a little but expect a lot in return. They
Keep women as back ups for when they get burned
Her parents never told her about the nature of men
And how to be smart in dealing with them
How to be assertive and when to walk away
And how to attract only the right one to stay
So after all that happened why did she stay?
When this was clearly not the only way?
She lost all hope and was tired of looking
They all cause pain
The efforts of looking once more will all be in vain
The routine of hurt will remain the same
What she seeks does not exist
Therefore it was futile to persist
The trees grew for air
The sun rose for light
The stars guide the night
For her blessing is fire
For her rivers provided waters
Her darkness provided light
Her voice provided insight
For her blessing is Ice
The land made them settle
The gold made them greedy
Their minds turned to war
For her blessing is metal
Our hearts started to loathe
What we thought was a pristine dove
Had corrupted us with hate
And turned into a toxic love
For we sought her official blessing
But they're judgment of you and me
We opened our eyes to nature
Her official blessing was never-ending peace
As soft moonlight shone upon the maiden,
She pulled her dark hair away from her face.
With fresh flowers, her garden was laden,
And around her a nightingale did trace.
The bird then quickly vanished from her sight—
She regretted it having left too soon.
The strong wind led the bird on its high flight,
Over the water reflecting the moon.
Near the brook, it found some sticks it could use
To build a nest closer to her homestead.
The bird began flying back to its Muse,
Spreading its wings, from the water, it fled.
As the nightingale took time to linger,
The lovely maiden awoke with a yawn.
With the nightingale upon her finger,
Around her garden, she walked in the dawn.
As cathedral bells in the distance rang,
The nightingale on the maiden's hand sang.