Nature Symphony Poems | Examples
These Nature Symphony poems are examples of Symphony poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Symphony Nature poems written by international poets.
Join me for an evening
where a warm autumn breeze
brings us a symphony
blown through the trees.
Of crickets and their violins
to make up the strings,
and the frogs with their horns
shall account for the winds.
With the percussion of thunder
to beat out the time,
while the nightingale sings
a forgotten old thyme.
All brought together
in sweet harmony,
for an audience there
of just you and me.
Written: September 1st, 2024 For Constance la France Contest
Quote (The ocean's voice is seductive, whispering, clamoring, and grumbling, enticing the soul to wander in solitude and lose itself in introspection.) By Poet
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Allow the oceans to dance with sweet waves,
Flutter your flowing songs, as you swirl bright.
You, copious wrinkles, all day and night,
Talk cheerfully with breezes and graves!
Streams flow sportily across the wide slash,
Until you are white and covered in foam.
And patter past steep stones and curvy roams,
Pearls and diamonds are lush in the trash!
You may call me obvious, stream, or mane,
Is moonlight pale in the cerulean sky?
My gaze is mirrored as I sweep awry,
My face's tan is spurred by molten rain.
My full beard is adorned with crystal moss.
In music, mermaid laughter is like dross.
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"And the birds twitter like whispering violins."
Quote by _Constance
The morn' rain is dripping in the greenwoods,
and hidden birds chatter in the tall trees;
birds on branches are beeping in the woods,
and the trees hum with the cool autumn breeze.
Wildflowers mumble beside my footpath,
water not far babbles along its way;
from that cool stream frogs croak pausing their bath,
the woods is singing an overture gay.
I hear the whisper of a passing swan.
the quacking from a family of ducks;
and the crunch of a squirrel as it ran,
in the distance is the rumble of trucks.
And now as the sun is yawning goodbye;
the birds fly and swirl chirping in the sky.
White Thunder Hawk is her native name
She rides her horse across the plains
Her favorite spot is sacred ground
She will pray with faith on holy mound
Just before the sun will rise
See the red fire in her eyes
A symphony of nature is moved
By her heart her soul her truth
There’s a bear bathing nearby
She isn’t worried for her life
The animals know her well
She keeps their secrets will not tell
In the grass a bunny scurries
As she passes in a hurry
She has herbs and sage to burn
As she prays and the sky turns
Orange ball rolls up the sky
Her song is tall full of pride
She starts small with closed eyes
As the sun shines, begins to rise
Bird seem to join in with her
They tweet they caw matching words
And the clouds move like waves
Symphony of sun welcomes new day
"Just breathe, you're having your breath taken, 'Aweigh anchors away,' the blessed follows," ... by The Poet
The unnoticeable lulls a fancy
as obscurity stares at a lost
such are promotions
of a trance
stages all ages
a momentous chance
for lifetime promise of romance
shattering glimmering
convinces glimpses
alarm bells--"Hush little baby don't--OH NO!"
"Release the Kraken ... or mices ... an ant if you have any?"
She comes, A ROWER?
It's The Specifics of the Ocean
Those islanders will come out - rigging
and surfing, Aurora, in a pipeline ... she's a dreamer ...
OH NO! WIPEout, its ecliptic ... but there at the ocean's edge
o'er the horizon, Aurora, RISE
the shacks are empty, the fields aplenty
The Drums of the Islands, Aloha Alive.
Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn.
Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out.
Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn.
Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt.
Is there, amidst the clouds, a lava eruption?
A cloudburst brings, instead of water, hue embers.
Between gold clouds and silver skies, what a duction!
Thunder and lightning bring in untimely tremors.
Sunbeams, like uninvited guests, gleam the green leaves.
Streams and brooks carrying prisms flamboyantly flow.
Breeze brings sparkling stirs between the furls of wheat sheaves.
Hiding behind tentative dewdrops, sun dusts glow.
Gloom and gleam, like celestial mysteries, are merged.
Are heaven and earth, into a new cosmos, converged?
I see the luminosity of morning's twilight
emerging on the periphery of my panoramic view
where it gradually evolves
garbed in gray and red clouds
strewn across the horizon as embroidery
stitched into the sky
an evocative touching colored thread of serenity
uplifting a stunning new garment
as the day begins a new birth
of majestic majesty and marvel
leaving me in a solemn moment of grandeur
and breathless awe
draped in profound spiritual perfection
as it uncouples from the last drop of saturated darkness
that was the night
The simplicity of this beautiful scene
beckons the miracle of life's constant motion
of the painted kaleidoscopes that lay before me
drenched in the morning's colorful harmonious light
that washes over me like a sensual symphony
of visual stimulation and ecstasy
from its splendor and beauty
bringing a tender sense of peace
to an old soul
who walks the flowering gardens of life
wiping away a tear
for the gift of another morning's light
causing my heart to sing
(Title taken from Sara Etgen-Baker)
In this little island before my house
I hear not a sound not even a mouse
muted trees of valor stand still in grace
I think I almost won the race
Tracks of history live here on this island
I recall the day you took me by the hand
nearer to forever I feel so content
no leaf is stirring inside this tent
A silent symphony plays on in my head
needling my heart like pliable soft thread
In this little island before my house,
I hear not a sound not even a mouse.
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
In the depths of my being, there resides an relentless craving, a repulsive need to surpass the shackles of humanity.
A siren song beckoning me to shed the trappings of mortality.
So I continue on, fueled by this repulsive need to be something more than human.
To transcend, to evolve, to become a force of nature,
And in doing so, to claim my place among the stars.
In the gentle sway of springtime’s bloom,
Whispers emerge from winter’s gloom,
Dew-kissed petals and new-born leaves,
Nature’s promise, as she conceives.
Summer arrives with a golden gleam,
Dancing shadows and sunlit dream,
Rivers shimmer, fields are green,
Life’s full force, vibrant and unseen.
Autumn paints with a brush so wide,
A tapestry of colors, in pride,
Crimson leaves and amber hue,
A final bow, before they're through.
Then winter's touch, so cool and still,
Covers earth with a frosty chill,
Bare trees stand, in moonlit nights,
Guarding secrets, in the starry lights.
Nature’s song, in seasons four,
A melody, forevermore,
Each change, a stanza, old yet new,
A timeless tale, forever true.
Sun sets, stars sparkle, sliver chimes tingle
Yielding to an oboe's lonely minor key pleading
Moonless sky's dark deepens, bassoons, moan
Piano notes lightly dance, stars flirt and twinkle
Harps and violas, lovely late-night companions
Over the hills cymbals clash as a flash storm rages
Neon-white flares, heralding trumpets boldly blare
Yellow-gold dawn, blue joys sing, a flute abides
Oh, the beauty of nature
The fullness of her stature
The tranquil in her presence
Harmony in its true sense.
Oh, the glory in her flight
She’s haloed by shining light
Her door leads to a fountain
No mortal hands can maintain
She awakens dead life forms
Deserted by human norms
She paints the world with colours
In its designs and contours
Oh, the wonders we behold
Willing hands she wants to hold
Commune with her, she listens
She hears our ailing reasons
May 11, 2023,
Write A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest,
Emile Pinet.
A vibrant red cardinal bursts with song.
He's celebrating the break of dawn.
Slumbering souls awaken from rest
to the chords of his tiny throbbing breast.
The finches and robins join his serenade.
What a glorious symphony nature has made.
Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze,
The symphony of nature never seems to cease.
Birds chirping melodiously in the trees,
A musical ensemble that's sure to please.
The rustling of the leaves like a soft lullaby,
A soothing melody that can calm the mind's eye.
The chirping of the birds, a joyful tune,
As they dance and play beneath the moon.
The rush of the river, the crashing of the waves,
A harmony that nature constantly engraves.
The gentle patter of the falling rain,
A rhythmic beat that helps ease the pain.
Nature's orchestra, a masterpiece divine,
A symphony that plays with every breath and line.
Each note a wonder, each sound a work of art,
Nature's symphony, forever in our hearts.