Nature Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Nature Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Villanelle Nature poems written by international poets.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
cherry-stained lips from a sno-cone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray’.
I have been waiting to leave all day.
It’s finally time and my mind is blown,
wearing a snapback on the highway.
Cannot work this hard and not play,
carrying a bag and a palm stone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Oh the thrill of being a runaway,
leading that group or at it alone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway.
Zero knowledge of where to stay,
I’m chasing a cabin and cobblestone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Four tires on fire the world drifts away
as nature swallows my entire phone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Their waxy bells, a whisper in the air,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
A single stem, a graceful embassy,
Where light and shade in subtle hues compare,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.
Their petals hold a promise, calm and free,
Of beauty born, a fragrance soft and rare,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
No thorns, no prickles, just a smooth decree,
They stand aloof, a silent, silent prayer,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.
In fields of green, a whisper of the sea,
Their ivory forms, a vision to declare,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
They speak of grace, of peace, and harmony,
A gentle touch, a whisper in the air,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
September dreams follow the night,
Whispering peace, sighing soft and still,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
October visions seek those she’ll excite,
Shadowing the spirit with dewdrop’s spill,
September dreams follow the night,
November imaginings color hearts right,
Glorious dreams the soul will fulfill,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
Melting moments that poets soon write.
Autumn’s kindness brings such a thrill.
September dreams follow the night,
Rustlings of crisp leaves, beneath moonlight,
Pouring out hope across the morning chill,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
Leaves cling to souls when they take flight,
Leaving memories of autumn’s goodwill,
September dreams follow the night,
Like music, echoing the soul’s delight.
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Like the wind, whose story God wrote
Restless dreams whisper their glow
Joy stirs the music, the songs who know
He restores souls with His gentle note
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Softly caressing winds, swirl and blow
Listening to the poetry hearts can quote
Restless dreams whisper their glow
Rustle of leaves, swooshing to and fro
Grace that God’s word shall promote
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Winter drifts in with blessings of snow
Reflections arising from God’s lifeboat
Restless dreams whisper their glow
Gentle kiss of peace, to the Savior I owe
To Him, my life and love I’ll ever devote
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Restless dreams whisper their glow
I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who lives in a van;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
My spirit’s always been a gypsy;
With a tie dyed hand sign it began,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Cliche’ but I’m known to hug a tree,
nature is my hallucinogen;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
On the water I drift dreamily
aboard a laid back catamaran,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
So chill unrefined far out at sea;
Ya dig? I’m all about peace man;
I have been called a hippy dippy,
to me mellow flow is so groovy.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where my mime yet waits to move for the clouds;
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.
While setting back at the set of twilight—
My heart's glassy soil's whiff— portrayals ploughed,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
A hiding mood that left the moon behind
In wisps of air, still by strains of dark's shroud
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.
Repeated turn-arounds of the street lights—
Where essence freaks in the glitter; glade pound,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
Of Nature believable; hasn't died—
Through the Winter's Time, waning about how
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight;
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.
As dawn calls subtle sun to rise,
twilight cloaks clouds in charcoal hue.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Smoke puffs loom as the last star dies.
Moon hides behind shades of slate blue,
as dawn calls subtle sun to rise.
Poppies open to charm tired eyes
in fields with lustrous beads of dew.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Nature's heart glows to alchemize,
casting breath-taking morning views,
as dawn calls subtle sun to rise.
Windows shine bright as folk arise.
Pots boil as people make a brew.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Gold, purple pastels highlight skies.
Saffron flames prepare to breakthrough,
as dawn calls subtle sun to rise.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom
dance in the breeze down by the sea.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Pussy Willows growing in a grandiose plume.
Cat birds cry from a tall shimmering tree.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom.
Summer is now here, so we all assume.
white gulls soar in the blue sky above me.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Nocturnal shadows creep into my room.
I fill my cherished cup with a green tea.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom.
Essence of lilac, such a lovely perfume.
Soon to be autumn and the wonderful jubilee.
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Strong winds blow-up a sand simoom.
I sit on the deck with a glass of Chablis,
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom;
Roots grasping deep in the tall wavy dunes.
Singing songs of days of yore
Sailors, rovers, boats and hills
Listen O moonish Le Mar
In the dusky eve in meadows
Bells of temps and beechen shadows
Singing songs of Days of yore
Life is final, death is final
God hath said to angel's panal
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
House on top of hill is vacant
Gazing at the world and waiting
Singing songs of days of yore
Petals withering, candles melting
Moths and men in love are dying
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
Riding by the woods on pacer
On Her Timbral Maiden Nature
Singing songs of Days of yore
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
My vibrant head ablaze with copper red
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Circled by buzzing right down to my knees
Here for my genes not ones made of thread
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Bursting with self produced vitamin D's
Thinking perhaps I am flower instead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
In the grace if the forests wistful breeze
I bumble along to where they've been led
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Slowly I crouch down to leaves where I freeze
Striped black and yellow, I'm still in their stead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Truly no times more uplifting than these
Drawn to strand petals atop my red head
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
They come to me, I am one with the bees
I read bees are attracted to redheads, possibly think they are a flower. A nice thought...
The breeze that blows across the green,
The rustling leaves, the babbling stream,
Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene.
But now the world has turned unclean,
The air, the earth, the water, it seems,
The breeze that blows across the green.
The plastic waste and toxins we glean,
Our heedless actions, a reckless scheme,
Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene.
We must not take her gifts as routine,
For she is fragile, and we are extreme,
The breeze that blows across the green.
Let us wake up, and act on this dream,
For if we don't, it will be extreme,
Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene.
Let us cherish her, as she's always been,
And vow to keep her safe and serene,
The breeze that blows across the green,
Nature's gifts, a wondrous scene.
Bloom of floral life halts at utter gloom
Lives sleep, nevertheless lives come alive
At the break of night, the day of the groom
From chirp to chirp, and we bid bye to blue
Fellows to abode, drones as well to hives
The white bride deserts the awful black groom
New light is born but scarce to fill a room
Old light hibernates in nature's archive
At the break of night, the day of the groom
Lunar;astral lights too faint to illume
And the groom is gifted a faulty bride
At the break of night, the day of the groom
For distorted sight, we tend to assume
What lies where and whatever to decide
The white bride deserts the awful black groom
While baleful lives wear sinister perfumes
Others in bed expect the good old light
Rejuvenation, perfection of sight
At the break of light, departure of gloom
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Then clear illumination sunbeams were shining bright
Above in the shadows, prune-plum purple bone dry
So cold below, feeling nature has gone awry
Shivering, close the door to avoid frostbite despite
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Informing us of science knowledge, that nature can defy
The color purple and cold co-exist is the insight
Above in the shadows, prune-plum purple bone dry
Wondering what colors tonight will the moonlight supply?
Could there be colors to match aurora borealis after this skylight
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Each sunrise different, colors change, sometimes almost zip by
Mostly in the cold months purple, cobalt impresses a troglodyte
Above in the shadows, prune-plum purple bone dry
What will happen at sunset when we bid the sun goodbye?
Then in the morning what will we see at first light?
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Above in the shadows prune-plum purple bone dry
Written: 11/21/2022
Sponsor: Milton
When depression overshadows sunlight,
making me pine for Nature's solitude;
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Nature's tranquility is a delight;
while city life tends to leave me unglued,
when depression overshadows sunlight.
When I'm debating choosing fight or flight,
slipping into a melancholy mood,
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Replacing neon lighting with starlight
gets my spirit rekindled and renewed,
when depression overshadows sunlight.
At those times when nothing I do feels right,
and the whole world adopts an attitude,
I head off to my favorite campsite.
I love to sit alone in the moonlight;
and enjoy Nature's tranquil quietude.
When depression overshadows sunlight,
I head off to my favorite campsite.