Nature Sijo Poems | Examples
These Nature Sijo poems are examples of Sijo poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Sijo Nature poems written by international poets.
Politics stirs the dust of voices, each claiming truth in the wind’s sway.
Power leans in, then shifts again, shaped by fear, hope, and the crowd’s breath.
Beneath the noise, a quiet truth endures — people seek meaning, not war.
If thee can see the natural beauty of any tree,
Even in all of the different ways that any tree can be,
Then thee is far better than the worst of humanity.
dawn rises like an old god waking, casting silver breath across the fields
soft spirits wander through the meadow, stirring wind in tall, listening grass
a white-horned stag lifts his gaze—myth lingers where the earth keeps its hush
The sky is so pretty even when so partly cloudy.
The white clouds floating by gently, always oh so fluffy.
The blue hue of the atmosphere makes any scenery lovely.
Reflections of colour-changing, leafy lush, bushy trees
Painting the calm lake with ripples made by an autumn breeze
Various shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and greens with such ease.
Twigs and dried leaves talk timeless tales cuddling together.
Parrot pandemonium camouflage under fading flowers
I've witnessed seasonal cycles. Is the deep calling me?
Coniferous greenery holds up the hill and my eyes.
Snakes wind around the roots, and my boots, if I’m not careful.
Replaced junipers with a weeping willow and stone wall.
A june bug, flying at night, races to a window light
To the greens behind the sill, fleeing from the twilight's chill
But alas! The window is shut—no rest to find in this glass hut
Mine soul's innermost essence is that of a fallen star.
Mine origin is elsewhere out there in the cosmos very far.
Mine universal love has always been more than on par.
in a reckless abandon, hordes of biutterflies
float playfully about the heath on spring noon without a care;
many lovers wish their hearts could be just as free!
The morning sunrise emitting a pastel rainbow sky.
A sight that is so beautiful it makes me want to cry.
As I see the sun rise, I remember we never truly die.
The warmth of the sunrise cast upon the emptiest park.
The treeline afar resembling a foreign far eastern palace.
The wind blowing the leaves and swings out of their stillest place.
A red bellied robin balanced upon the red swinging set pole.
The sky slowly shifting colours as the sun was setting.
Appreciating artistry of Mother Nature and her role.
I saw black birds against cloud canvas,
aestheticism in motion.
I saw a rainbow tower meet sky,
and I supposed a pot of gold.
Everywhere jade gypsy eyes roam,
I see jewels, swirling skirts and God.
What pales in comparison is the flame of the lighter
To the fires of the gold sun which always burns all the brighter.
I light my cigarette beneath the shining morning sight.