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.


Premium MemberSeed's Rebellion

A fracture in the asphalt's base,
Where giant buildings' shadows fall,
A single seed reclaims its place.

Blind footsteps race.
It hears the buried earth's forgotten call,
A fracture in the asphalt's base.

A stubborn grace,
It will not bow, refusing now to crawl;
A single seed reclaims its place.

A cracking space,
A flash of green where nothing grew at all.
A fracture in the asphalt's base.

Unfolding embrace,
It tears apart the suffocating wall.
A single seed reclaims its place.

The shattered case,
The wild returns to break the city's sprawl.
A fracture in the asphalt's base.
A single seed reclaims its place.


Premium MemberI Long to Sleep Until the Leaves Have Gone - DHR

I long to sleep until the leaves have gone 
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn. 

When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.

Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn. 

September dreams are like a swan 
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone. 

Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns. 

The memory of summer past is long 
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.

Premium MemberMarine Life See Food

Ocean wake  

Longing for a rest  

Decides time for a break   

 

Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake    

Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest  

Ocean wake   

 

Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake  

Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test  

Decides time for a break 

 

Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake  

Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess   

Ocean wake  

 

Protecting situation, it did make  

Creating a bloody mess  

Decides time for a break  

 

Remember when flowing in a timid lake  

Where rough behavior is less  

Ocean wake  

Decides time for a break

Premium MemberZip Code Hooray

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.’

Premium MemberWalk With Me

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


Premium MemberTie Dyed Hand

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.

Premium MemberGet Ready

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.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberNature's Solitude

When depression overshadows sunlight, and my heart pines for Nature's solitude: I head off to my favorite campsite. Getting back to Nature is a delight: for city life tends to leave me unglued, when depression overshadows sunlight. When I am confronted with fight or flight and slip into a melancholy mood: I head off to my favorite campsite. Replacing neon lighting with starlight leaves 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, enjoying Nature's tranquil quietude. When depression overshadows sunlight: I head off to my favorite campsite.

Premium MemberMan Is Master

Over nature, we claim to be master
To have control of all, is our intent
But this is now leading to disaster

Our duty-to-care, shows we play jester
In self-cherishing much of our time spent
Over nature, we claim to be master

Our populations growing ever faster
On expansion, we simply won't relent
But this is now leading to disaster

Our pollutiing waste is left to fester
For we will never pay out to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master

Our pesticides are to control nature
We will not share our food is the intent
But this is now leading to disaster

Our proposed targets seem to get nowhere
For we have not the will to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
But this is now leading to disaster

Premium MemberA Garden Dances

Be still...a garden dances
Pollination’s lush ballet
Find your Zen with gentle glances

The stage abuzz, new life advances 
Grand jetés in jaundiced sway 
Be still...a garden dances

Succulent as new romance is
Nectar sweet - a frail buffet  
Find your Zen with gentle glances

With fickle fervor, pollen prances
Bloom to bloom in roguish play
Be still...a garden dances

Astute design, no theory lances
Sacral treasures time parlays 
Find your Zen with gentle glances

Ponder all the fragile chances
Life stirs life then flits away
Be still...a garden dances
Find your Zen with gentle glances


15 Sep 2019
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberApril's Pink Moon

April's Pink Moon lures the rain king, from a storm to a gentle squall; She is the reason robins sing. Orchestrating the birth of spring life's obedient to Her call; She is the reason robins sing. Reflecting the light sunbeams bring She morphs into a bright pink ball; orchestrating the birth of spring. She glows, within, a golden ring, and beams Her gentle light to all; She is the reason robins sing. She comes when icicles still cling and snow covers the death of fall, orchestrating the birth of spring. In a midnight sky, She's everything wearing misty drops like a shawl. April's Pink Moon lures the rain king She is the reason; robins sing. (Villanelle) 9/25/2017

Premium MemberThis Morning So Fine

Fall begins this morning so fine
On the mountain hill, I reside
Crisp fresh air and warm sunshine

Greet me, as everything aligns
The season flows in like the tide
Fall begins this morning so fine

The wispy leaves and plants entwine
Within this scenic walk outside
Crisp fresh air and the warm sunshine

Some trees with color of red wine
Happy thoughts send others to hide
Fall begins this morning so fine

For now this moment, is all mine
For now, only happy tears cried
Crisp fresh air and the warm sunshine

Soulful food, to enjoy and dine
This new day takes me on a ride
Fall begins this morning so fine
Crisp fresh air and the warm sunshine

Heidi Sands

9/24/17

Premium MemberCool Mists

Like steam arising from a pot
and floating by this grassy field,
the morning mist concealed the plot.

I could not find the thing I sought
because with mist it was concealed,
like steam arising from a pot.

I tried to find, but I could not;
my sightless eyes by fog were sealed.
The morning mist concealed the plot.

Encircling seas of white I fought,
as drops within the air congealed,
like steam arising from a pot.

Then, as I stood there, lost in thought
away from there the sunlight peeled
the morning mist that concealed the plot;

And through the veil the thing I sought
a moment showed, and then resealed
like steam arising from a pot;
the morning mist concealed the plot.



{Written June twentieth.}

Premium MemberA Peregrine Falcon

A peregrine falcon masters the sky its wings majestically arched with flair soaring with the elements eye to eye. In a flurry of speed, it flashes by serenely aloof, untethered and rare a peregrine falcon masters the sky. Sunlight gilds feathers as soft as a sigh and flickering flecks ignite in the air soaring with the elements eye to eye. Naturally nimble, graceful, and spry, inspiring both audacity and dare a peregrine falcon masters the sky. Riding an invisible thermal high it lifts me until suddenly I’m there soaring with the elements eye to eye. Like poetry in motion, wingtips fly and awed by its beauty, I can but stare. Soaring with the elements eye to eye, a peregrine falcon masters the sky. (Villanelle) 3/7/2015

Premium MemberDanger Lurks

Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend

With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend

Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step now does pend

Trouble everywhere we contend
pushing we travel every path
danger lurks around every bend

Battling our way through we vend
no time to stop and take a bath
peril in each step now does pend

Sometimes peace found in aftermath
as we outwit the psychopath
danger lurks around every bend
peril in each step now does pend

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