Nature Terza Rima Poems | Examples
These Nature Terza Rima poems are examples of Terza Rima poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Terza Rima Nature poems written by international poets.
The air is cold and sharp, a sudden change,
A silver frost is scattered on the lawn,
And all the familiar trees look wild and strange.
The green of summer is entirely gone,
As leaves of amber flutter to the ground,
And greet the coming of a brittle dawn.
A deeper quiet settles all around,
A pause that nature takes before the cold,
Where silence is the only remaining sound.
The autumn stories are waiting to be told,
Of shedding light and preparing for sleep,
A world transformed to copper and to gold.
But within the heart, it’s solid and deep.
"Sunshine's rousing cheers echo the day in as clouds move made anew." Quote by poet
Rain is coming, and the sky is gray.
Staring out the window while nature is waiting
For the welcoming rain this season of May.
The first drops fall, earthly petrichor weighing
In palms, hooking to surface of plants and dry soil.
Like bubbles, falling droplets are captivating.
Stunning with strokes of raindrops enhancing the soil.
Flowers, a vibrant ambience, rousing the day.
Climbing old stones, vines adorn that weave and coil.
Once clouds have purged, air is fresh, and sun rays spray.
Refreshing rain rests upon the earth's breast;
Blue jays, red cardinals, and hummingbirds play.
Days chuckle; plump latent seedbeds nest.
While frisky squirrels bound across seeds that rest.
Quote- Let not my ashes spoil the soil, rich in it with thy flesh- Poet
Oh, how the sky looks so gorgeous today
Calico colors in wavy waffled rows
Of mixed bright white clouds edged in dark grey
The willow trees sway while a mild wind blow
And the elks in the pasture munching on green
Where all kinds of flowers and greenery grow
A river that zigzags through a narrow ravine
Has a limestone bottom that hides large rainbow trout
A picture so perfect for an "Outdoors" magazine
And the sounds of the songbirds in the forest throughout
Steer butterfly's and bumble bees all over the sky
This nature's scenery is like paradise- no doubt
This stunning a place puts a sheen in my eye
For this is the place in which I'd like to die
Walk with me holding hands in forest green
Breathing in the jasmine wind
Like blue jay’s song soul sings
Psalm that lift hearts to heaven where love mends
Curing cabin fever mountain a fountain free
Flowing glowing where love and nature blend
Together united so peacefully
Butterflies dotting blue sky
Living fulfilling wildest dreams gleefully
Making memories to treasure for life
Keeping us warm even when cold
On one knee asking to be my wife
For you complete my longing soul
Anywhere you are I want to go
The world alone is making me smile
left to marvel at its natural wonder.
Glowing out loud is always in style.
On a level high above thunder,
I fly on the sunshine in my veins.
My label’s that mach five number.
When caged by what society feigns,
many forget the important things.
If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains.
Wasted on the fury of wild wings,
with abandon their savagery sings.
Still as the moonless night, settling on the hills
reflecting dawn’s gentle light, softly flowing
rustling sighs, music bursting forth, happy thrills
beneath rushing winds, gentling dreams, mind-blowing
breath of autumn paints the skies in healing hues
perfect leaves falling from trees who’ve stopped growing
whilst summer whispers to the moon, purple muse
soft prayers portray the twilight’s famous stay
though the blessings of nature may sometimes bruise
laughing rivers wash away morsels of clay
reminding souls to listen to hope’s warm voice
these mountains are so loyal, they’ll not betray
grace has silenced all our fears, given a choice
when all is said and done, we need to rejoice
Tripped the electricity in the forest,
tumbled to a faceplate on the ground;
The shock raised the pulse in my wrist;
A storybook vision may confound,
star-crossed sits doomed to diminish;
Ground yourself in nature’s mound;
Let yourself revive and replenish,
kiss all the petals of a wildflower;
Renew your freckled faded finish;
Bathe within a rumbling rain-shower,
untamed fuels an aura of power.
Persuading October from her quiet lair
Shedding the pleasures of life’s fictional realms
Mouthwatering plunder, gathering to share
Swirling through the silence, round oaks, pines and elms
Secrets and shadows reflecting nature’s rush
Flames of ginger, shushing dark who overwhelms
Sweet dreams are splattered with hope by God’s paintbrush
Storm wrecking peace calms souls who reflect this time
Much like a coryphée, plied by a wood thrush
Closing those moments by the sea, maritime
Breathing in crisp air, whispering a prayer
Carrot colored leaves twirl in a soothing rhyme
Reflections so daring arrive on sun’s glare
Lifting the past’s tears with grace beyond compare
Seven colors of the rainbow
Each crowned with a gift
A lifetime gift in each line of the rainbow
The World was once in total darkness without a gift
Beauty of nature the World has never felt or seen
Earth as one world asked for a gift
God of heavens said that beauty can be seen
Until all creatures thought of praying
Praying by kneeling no one has ever seen
Humans are but one product of belief in praying
That all creations must be ruled by superiors of giving
Superiors in human form, striving and praying
All creations harmonized in sharing and giving
Making everything simple, in thinking and surviving
Rainbow as one creation and gift, in seven days of bright light and whole-hearted art of giving.
Sitting beneath a tree how I love you,
opening up beneath your warm glows;
I’m triggered by your sea I swim through;
Every sunrise unique soft wind blows;
Painted prism,a pre-dawn kiss,
I capture your passion in photos;
Time spent experiencing you is precious;
Storms I sleep, take in your fresh air;
Perfection lies in that hit or miss;
Setting fires with eye popping grandeur
I’m gripped by the wild waves of nature.
Pin oaks unfurl golden flags in September
Until they stand starkly naked and proud
While the ground is carpeted, I remember,
Strong autumn breezes their heads bowed
Hovering over the bare limbs quivering
Until they stand starkly naked and proud.
Soon the forest is prepared for shivering
Pin oaks anticipate a woolen blanket of snow,
Hovering over the bare limbs quivering.
A woodland stripped of greenery, although
Mother Nature will replenish her in spring
Pin oaks, anticipate a woolen blanket of snow
Longingly awaiting warm days reappearing.
Written September 8, 2022
Self-expression is dependent upon personality
We can only really be who we are deep inside,
Some folks by their nature defy conventionality.
There are folks who can set inner nature aside
And, with strong determination, choose to be
Whatever they want to be with enormous pride.
I am thinking, specifically, of people in comedy
Who are hurting deep inside, but never show it;
Perhaps, never realizing it, do not seek a remedy.
We can all think of sad, sad cases this shoe fits,
It always behooves us to look below the surface
What’s going on beneath all the glamor and glitz?
I suspect this may lead to some who will deface
Others merely wear jeans instead of fancy lace.
Written July 29, 2022
Soft shades of olive, emerald, and peridot
Filter through the early morning gray mists,
Greening of spring in my beloved meadow.
A stroll through the lea tops my daily lists
Some time just for me to inhale the fresh air,
The one thing during winter I most missed.
Amazingly refreshing to stroll without care
Among the wildflowers, along a dense trail,
Quiet moments reflecting, no drama or flair.
This morning I inadvertently scared up quail,
A most invigorating experience, without fail.
Written April 18, 2022
I watched an egret on a pond take flight
and hid as best I could against a tree,
not moving, breathless staying out of sight.
Remembering, I close my eyes and see--
the view! A sweet reward for all my pains,
it flew with whooshing wings right over me!
Today, the tree is gone. The pond remains.
Sometimes I walk the trail and feel an ache,
to see an egret lest the mem’ry wane.
Much older now, I know the risk I take,
and yet, I come alone before first light
to hear the sounds of nature as it wakes
and maybe watch an egret taking flight.
1/8/2022
I walked today along a winding trail.
The pathway started subtly smooth and flat,
enticing me to take the hike and scale.
I charged the course and started with a scat.
The pathway steepened over rocks and roots
I hastened forward never did I squat.
Instead of walking shoes I needed boots.
A trail so rugged, can make ankles twist.
In rocky terrain there no better routes.
I reached the waterfall and raised my fists.
My mountain trek up Walter’s rugged trail
reminded me that when I face life’s twists,
which sorely threaten my life to derail
if I persevere, I will never fail.