Nature Verse Poems | Examples
These Nature Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Verse Nature poems written by international poets.
You're the artist with the pen,
the painter with the brush,
the designer with the colour swatches.
You interpret your dreams,
give rise to your ambition,
create your ideal future.
Your vision crystallizes at will,
draws upon your imagination
to materialize your surroundings.
There may be times of ugliness
when the world seems dark and
intent on dragging you down.
Remember this too shall pass,
renew your closeness with nature
and replenish that innate beauty and joy.
The loons haunt the sunset
Whispered warning in the darkness
Alert the fawn as it slowly sips
A last golden arrow
Pierces the edges of nightfall
Tiptoes across the silent lake
Each ripple an unseen presence
Both prey and predator
Searching for each other
The moon square dances
With its prancing shadows
Changing partners on the wind
The stars hold their applause
As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
classic cran companion tunelessly twirlingly retiring
noiselessly in normalcy ,
lambertia on the glowing stairway
and whispering sunberry reflection
with prim parallel pass .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
Gold and ruby droplets
dripped
from the park's trees
that had once
glowed in green.
I drove along
the Cottonmill road
as I pulsated
with Autumn's bloodstream.
Summer's heat
was a dimming memory
as Autumn painted
fresh stories
with God's colors.
I pulled out
of the park
as nature's canvas
labored behind me.
Clouds arise from the seas to
quench thirst of earth in rain.
Yet some parts remain parched
praying for due share of water.
Ironically excess rain also floods
destroying homes and lives.
Flood afflicted pray for less rains
to minimise their watery sorrows.
In imbalance created by nature
living beings are forced to adapt.
It is, indeed, difficult to tame nature
Let alone fully understand its cues.
After centuries of reckless destruction
we have not learnt our lessons yet.
We need to preserve nature and
bring it back to its pristine glory.
Protecting endangered species, planting trees for higher green cover
may help regulate rains and halt
adverse impacts of climate change.
Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
Moon, well rounded,
far more approachable
directly than the sun,
a severe Father – melting
with grading glare.
But your gentle
mother nature, willing to
overlook, hide and protect, to love
in shadows as well as light –
Able to ponder and choose
my best stars for safe distance,
having found less glitter often
more appealing, more revealing
than any impatient Truth.
I emerge from a long night
where mind, muscle and bone
failed to find a place, a posture
quiet and comfortable enough
for sleep. And so I have arrived here,
daybreak on this spring morning
with the resident blackbird
performing his familiar
all to early reveille.
I envy his vigorous rousing
lifted full volume
into the morning silence
as if all nature was called
to stir on command of his voice,
no equivocation or hesitant stall
to doubt the worthiness
of his song.
It holds the chords of his being,
a moment when sound
and self are one, meld
into living art. I gather the bits
and pieces of myself
left by the interrogations
of last night, search for the notes
that contain a little of who I am,
pick up a pen to make
myself into me again.
Written: September 13, 2026, for a contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Beneath bruised blue, yet my soul soars —
While weary winds waning, I prance past pain —
Bees buzz bring dazzling delight—
Dreams dance; at daybreak dewy descend —
Sly stars shine, in bold breeze
Souls spew sadness; bleeding buds bloom —
Flowered Fall finds halcyon hearts —
Nature
wills it so
that life
must always
adapt.
And evolve
when small
mutations
spark change.
Sentient
beings
seek out God,
for life
claims a soul;
to ascend.
August end
Welcoming Autumn cool breeze
Distributing new academic spiritual syllabus
Sun illuminates' life’s pondering campus
Deceased leaves spotlight beauty
Depart the world
Will return again
Alive and well
A Mother nature rebirth
Steeped in tradition
Tonight an escort holds a lantern
Ready to guide me
Through the early fall dark
Star less night
Wanting another day
“Do not be afraid
Future arrives soon
And you will have your historical spirit”
This I remember
Getting ready to haunt
Those who need answers
More than gold
Introducing closure
Honest strong treasure
Discovered through
Exploring resting peace
This I am told
After ghost orientation 101
Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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I was awakened by the cuckoo
inexorably lusciously jeweled
and to a bobcat pantingly passing
enlivened ashton spirits
beauteous unfruitful rhythmic
respite
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)