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.
s p i n n i n g vortex
whirls across the
plain as thunder,
roars and clouds
begin to rain -
a t a n g l e d
snake of
dust and
debris
that
pulls
every
little
thing
upon
the
s
e
a
they see the shape
of me
and all my discord
While my three pet snakes
wind about me
in peace
and serenity
This is private property
not mine
I just sit in the grass
and try
to make the dots connect
In life
The sun is setting
THE SHAPE OF LOVE
Who's to say what form it takes
when love is in the air?
It takes the shape of the lover's
heart with confidence and care.
It's free of form, undefined,
an amorphous mystery,
whose existential nature forms
as only lovers see.
Tis loves blind eye knows not
the hope of everlasting bliss,
or the intoxicating fever of
loves first tindered kiss?
Dare not to learn the ways of love,
as many fools have tried.
Breathe it in deep and fill your soul,
and swallow foolish pride.
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
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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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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
saunter
promenade
along quiet roads
all around the public park
over humped backed bridges
enjoying gentle physical exercise
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
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?
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.
The
Pyramid
Of purple topped
Turnips takes me instantly
Into the memory of lifetime past
In which a brutal winter's cold caused
Such scarcity that purple-topped turnips were
All the children had to eat for breakfast lunch dinner.
Father cursed, Mother wept, Sister died, but the turnip winter showed no sympathy; nature does not care about men, war, or famine.
Life a
perpetual circle
with no openings and
no end but just goes on
days and nights repeating
ceaseless, life a perfect circle
around and around earth spins
so gentle we do not feel it moving
but we are in a continuous loop
created by nature or by God's
hand, that is the debate on
earth's formation and
creation
The Shape of Trees Now Past Prime
The shape of trees now past prime,
Bent by the wind, have lost their green.
Grotesque forms, gnarled and withered,
Wildly express senescence.
Along shores, disfigurements lean,
in summer’s heat and winter’s freeze.
Sucker shoots sprout up from roots,
Desperately grasping for life.
Playful tease as in sleight of hand
Where waves beckon, “Come explore the land.”
The trees bend as age quells support
From impaired health and dying will.
symbol of faith
painful sacrifice
message of love
of eternal value
tears and reverence and Psalms and hymns
candles and bells, thorns and olives leaves
a life was lived in compassion and kindness
lost to evil, torture, ignorance and insolence
mother nature wept
washed his pain
his blood ran
to heal suffering,
no hatred shown
as nails hit through,
a message woven,
for every soul to repair,
centuries since then,
when tale is told
heart fills with love
mind with bliss,
in children we see
a glimpse of his grace
and in friendship, love,
his value in human race
N/A
Written 7/10/2021
Kim Rodrigues sponsored
Crossroads contest
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
Nothing but the sound of rain
All day long the sound of rain
Nothing but the sound of rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain