Nature Shape Poems | Examples
These Nature Shape poems are examples of Shape poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Shape Nature poems written by international poets.
I can’t be
sharing
my body
with you
who’s now a shallow pool
though the room is offices
I can hear them panting now
his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
your CEO
I’m quite
resistant
to reform
proposals
Categories:
adventure, age, allusion, anger,
watch my wristwatch
and what time is it
I cannot not tell you
though this is partly sunny
each laughter from the room
is that document
in a time of war
the evidence is happiness
we are deaf near the wall
Categories:
anxiety, appreciation, conflict, confusion,
party morning
and we have ascribed to you
your inapprehensible walking
except by lucky guess between
these hedgerows
in languages so far distorted
among dragonflies and flies
we are closed distance
as those houses missing
after the excavation
Categories:
anger, angst, anxiety, art,
a g a r d e n lush
and so p
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t
t
y in the sun
a t h o u s a n d c
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p
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g
s
Categories:
shape, feelings, nature,
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resplendent
in russet gold,
a little leaf glows
against the grey ~
flamboyant in fall’s
grandiose finale ~
its radiance rivals
the sun’s retreat.
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Categories:
nature,
quite
far across
unruffled
blue
lake
small
swan
drifts
with the gentle
wind rippling so soft and
calm over the folded porcelain
wings as pure as bright flakes
of snow waiting for zephyr
to bring the call of the
floating clouds in
azure sky and fly
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Categories:
animal, nature,
Violently rotating column of air
Tornado terrifying big storm
One natural phenomenon
That leaves much devastation
In its wide path of fury
Like many people
With quick tempers
Who leave tears
Behind
Them
Categories:
abuse, anger, nature,
saunter
promenade
along quiet roads
all around the public park
over humped backed bridges
enjoying gentle physical exercise
Categories:
health, nature,
A Conifer
A
Blue Spruce
Born from a cone
Green leaves shaped like needles
Inhale deep draughts carbon dioxide
Provide places for wrens and chickadees to hide
Sticky sap exuded from the bark leaves a fragrant scent
Cones fall to the ground, the seeds of the next generation
Brown branches support long strands of twinkling Christmas lights
Gnarled
Trunk
With
Bony
Fingers
Of
Roots
Categories:
nature,
There’s fire in those eyes
Flames flicker from finger tips
Her voice is forged from thunder
She has such shapely hips
She’s not quick to anger
Still you do not want her scorn
Her’s is the soul of a warrior
Heaven sent not mortal born
She is the thing of legends
Impossible to understand
With subtle smile upon her lips
The sky she does command
You may call her nature
A mother to us all
Winter spring and summer
multicoloured in the fall.
Stare upon her beauty
Suckle at her breast
God’s offering from the heavens
Is she a curse or are we blessed?
Categories:
shape, anger, blessing, body, humanity,
The universal, eternal Atman, the endless soul
Resides in me as my breath, and makes me a single whole.
As the breath of the almighty, it is born without sin.
It drives, as a life changer, the physique it enters in.
When my physique is devoured by the detrimental death
My soul takes flight, and in a new life after, it takes birth.
With no color, form, shape, taste, or odor in its pure form
Its nature shifts to a flower, bird, or beast with its norm.
Commanding and demanding, approaching and reproaching
With peaceful, pleasant consciousness and conscience, heart-broaching
Within physical flesh, bones, and veins like blood, it would flow.
When and to which universe it would fly, I do not know.
Categories:
shape, body, death, life, world,
The songs I sang in my lives before,
still I hear sometimes in my dreams,
the silence I know from times past,
had voices that once spoke to my soul,
the tears are memories that rain through,
but the sadness they were shed for is long gone,
I am an existence on the merit of
this moment’s breath, and the next and
next till it stops. Who am I to ask for my past,
or barter the present for an unknown future?
I know I am the same as you
and you are the same as the other one
and so on!
that distant star is our cousin and many
such cousins of star dusts that surround us.
no one heard the first blast of creation
nor the silence that was before…
our absolute reality is that we are all
part of the same, and more we think
ourselves different and apart,
farther the truth gets away from us.
I always was, I always will be,
and my existence as this body is a whim of nature,
and I want no ownership of it!
let not ignorance tether me to this body.
when I become one with all,
I am eternity.
Categories:
shape, blessing, confidence, fantasy, lost,
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
Categories:
shape, analogy, nature,
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Sophia
Fallen and broken
Once a kite of luminous splendour
Guided by the motherly wind of heaven
Broken everywhere, like a shattered mirror of light
Tossed back and forth on the ocean's ripples
Once a luna moth on the Pleroma's shore
Who saw her own light on the waves
Deceived by her own silvery allure
Soon the only-begotten sun
A child just seven days old
Saved his broken toy
His broken friend
And lost sister
Sophia
Categories:
beautiful, family, friendship, ocean,
Why do we start with ideas, the seeds of human might?
To shape our destinies, to make our futures bright.
But how do we turn those ideas into a path so clear?
With goals and purpose guiding us, dispelling every fear.
Are these lessons taught in schools, to each and every one?
Or do we let them wander, until their days are done?
Do we inspire them to dream, to set goals high and true?
Or do we leave them drifting, with no idea what to pursue?
And what of human nature, the motives driving all?
Do we teach them how to harness them, to rise and never fall?
Why don't we delve into the depths of human thought and strife?
To equip them with the tools they need to navigate this life?
Are integration and equations all that truly matter?
Or should we focus more on how to mend a friendship shattered?
Do we emphasize the power of connection, of relationships strong?
Or do we leave them to figure out where they truly belong?
For in the end, it's not just knowledge that paves the way,
But understanding people, and what they truly say.
So let us teach with passion, with purpose, and with care,
To shape a generation that's ready to boldly dare.
Categories:
anger, anti bullying, appreciation,