Nature Scary Poems | Examples
These Nature Scary poems are examples of Scary poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Scary Nature poems written by international poets.
when the eyes that are the sky start to open and cry the thunder, and clouds comfort me like a cozy lullaby
I love the thunder the screams of nature from the pain of nature.
I love the thunder it holds me close although sometimes I shake in fear from the howling
I'm surprised yet not hurt scared but not seen
Even though I am scared and quite shaken the love for thunder will never weaken
I'm surprised yet scared of you when you yell and cry, but I've never thought that it could be cause from something in your eye
“Wilderness has at once a mysterious beauty and horror entwined within. Human mind also harbours wild urges and benign emotions. When wild urges take precedence, life becomes an untamed jungle” ~ By Poet
The jungle sprawls hauntingly scary
Where light and shadows together dance.
Here the wind howls fiercely
Thickets and thistles grow wild
Creepers twine around trees.
Branches of trees droop in disarray,
Blocking the paths and obstructing entry.
Under jagged rocks and holes,
Snakes crawl and rodents flee.
The ominous hoot of owls rent the air.
The rocky boulders in dim light look so monstrous.
Leopards and tigers roam free looking for prey
Their carnivores urge, hidden under their soft paws.
From hideouts, raptors and beasts come to the open.
Screeching bats keep flying overhead
Here in this dark grove, light seldom falls
There is a morbid silence, interrupted
By howls of predators and screams of the preyed.
Is not our world too, a wild untamed jungle
Where wolves roam ready to pounce, ready to strike!
A wild unpredictable stormy night
Harsh wind squeals through window panes
Random deafening claps of thunder
Lightning illuminates the night sky again
Disgruntled angry waves crash loudly
Heavy rain pounds on the roofs slate tiles
Mother nature is enraged tonight
Unrelenting , unforgiving , hostile
Inside the walls of the old stone cottage
A sacred wood fire blazes bright
Radiating great warmth and infinite comfort
Providing sweet solace as Guardian of the night
And the mighty forces of Nature care not
birds chirp, lambs frolic, breeze picks up
~ the revived embers of Auschwitz
Snakes
Miracle Man
8/11/2024
With scary bodies
Snakes cause self inflicted harm;
many are harmless.
MOODS OF NATURE - THE Dark Forest..........
In the deep dark forest,
Many tales can be told,
Surrounded by hundreds of trees,
From young trees to the very old.
The thunder storms then rapidly appear,
Branches lashing around, and trees falling,
Leaves suddenly dancing and violently swirling,
Whilst the wild wind is roaring!!!
Roots desperately clinging to the earth,
Rain heavily pouring down on the withering bark,
Lightning strikes, like it's a curse!!!
The howl of the pack of wild wolves,
Gives such a tremendous fright!!!
Would you dare to enter the dark forest at night???
who then rings
thy solitary bell
whose voice cuts through
the mist
and lowly darkness
winter’s eve
there far off
screaming fox
when unseen eyes
then look upon
from trees that hide
in cloak
and footsteps
cast a moments chill
in nights a’slashing
throat
Lying silent
In a wheezing chest of words
Divining whirred messagings
Of a moth’s wings blurred
Paralysed beneath the duvet
Hearing his antenna morse
Rapid flapping mind verse
The country radio
Tuning from Earl Scruggs to beetles
Munching oak flecks
Blind above my head flesh
Creaks like floorboards
Spine is peeled
Breathes the walls
Listens to
A record playing
Whose scratch revolves in ragged time.
I held the hand
of a madman
hiding in Hollyhocks
blending with ogres,
eerie in tombs,
chasing stars through
their animal shapes;
others, a witch
to their ghosts, anew,
those gardens
though full, were
dark worlds at night
I lurk around for prey.
Young or old, morose or gay
Seeking you is all too easy.
Cold blooded diehards that are sleazy
I’m the bogeyman a wild animal
Some of you call me Manimal
I’m a freak of nature half man,
wait for it, half animal I am
The stench of your sadistic words I smell
Yes’um, I’ll make sure you go to poetic justice hell
You sold your soul, I’m the price you’ll pay,
Did you think that you could just get away?
I’m right here forever more, savant.
I’m your bogeyman, do what you want!
dainty web, tumbling
over limbs, leaves still as breath
spider, creepy mate
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It was a free ride down town
Full of obstructions
And multiple checkpoints
My pulchritude casts a spell
On entire human existence
As motley petals on insects
Many couldn't resist
A glimpse at me
I am a creation of the earth
I wish to exclusively
Spell out rules for humanity
But I can't always have my way
Growing affection and inattentively,
Let my guard down.
Nature exploited the innocent me
I felt stupid and confused
But neither alone nor helpless
Uncertain of hopes
For a brighter future
But it's time to make peace
With inner self and accept reality
The chance to right all wrongs
And anew personality
Give me time and space
To get back to myself.
For I am a jewel in others' lives.
In shadows deep where darkness hides
There lies a bag of eight-legged horror
A bag of spiders where dread resides
Creeping and crawling, causing sorrow
With nimble legs they dance and sway
Each spins a thread, a delicate art
A web of wonder, they work their way
To weave their silk and do their part
They scuttle and scurry, never at rest
Their beady eyes, like gleaming gems
Silent whispers in a world obsessed
Reflecting secrets, known only to them
Oh, the bag of spiders, a curious sight
But hidden within their fearsome guise
Eliciting shivers, invoking fright
Lies nature’s marvel in miniature size
A bag of spiders, misunderstood
For spiders, in truth, are nature’s aide
Not causing harm, but doing good
Keeping balance, so be not afraid
So let us ponder with open hearts
A bag of spiders, for if you did
You’d see how nature plays her part
And applauds the bag of arachnids
A simple walk in the park
Midday, sun high overhead
Beads of sweat line the upper lip
Birds dart in front of and behind passers-by
An elderly couple graces a long bench
Smiles frozen on their faces, fears nestle in their hearts
They will not take that simple walk in the park
Shuffling their feet, they journey home
dark clouds
looming
thunder
booming
torrents
pouring
strong winds
roaring
lightning
flashing
hailstones
crashing
big limbs
swaying
scared folks
praying
February 16, 2023
written for the Brian Strand You Select Again Contest Placed 5th