Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

The winding lane twists and turns
as it meanders up hill and down dale
stretching far ahead, a silvery thread
glistening and glinting beckoning me on

Peaceful countryside noises abound in the air
cooing of woodpigeons, rapid tapping of woodpecker
raucous cries of rooks nesting in the trees nearby
low mooing of cows and bleats from the young lambs

As I journey onwards beneath the vibrant blues skies
I come to a brow and there stretched out before me
a landscape so picture perfect it moves me to tears
verdant hues of green from the meadows scent filled air

This is where I want to be and to grow gracefully old
to put down my roots and settle in this peaceful vale
to wake each day to the glories of nature each different
something new to catch my eye and fill me with delight

A place to rest with natures bounteous treasures spread
to revive a weary soul to heal the ravishes of every day life

If you don’t have a dog
your neighbor will not poison it

and if you don’t have a home
you will not have to run from it

when your father’s anger shakes the walls
that don’t exist because you don’t have a home

to grow up in—nowhere to learn
that the husband you won’t have

will not leave you for another woman
will not walk out your door one morning—

because you won’t have a door
for anyone to leave or enter through

and you won’t have a window
for anyone to see you

and if you don’t make plans
they will not need to be changed

like the diapers you won’t change
since you won’t have a child

who will never change your life
whose tiny fingers you will never hold
because of how hard you never wished
and planned her away so many times

and she will not grow up to hate you
for everything you never did

as if you didn’t have a child—and she won’t learn
that if you don’t have a memory

the past will not devour you
when you stop moving for a brief

moment. Long enough to let the sorrow
catch the joy you never feel because you

don’t want to feel the sorrow
its companion. And if you don’t feel—

there will be nothing left to heal.

Dirt only knows how to be honest it's man who makes it stain
A dirty mouth, a dirty thought, or by something more mundane
Without it there isn't pond or lake nor any oceans to behold
To generate the wind over land and flowers to be blown
It cradles all the roots of plants for all that needs to eat
Giving to the trees that give our lungs the air to breathe
Dirt will leave it's mark upon the hands of an honest working man
It's the smudges on the faces of little children when they laugh
Add a little water and it becomes a thing we use to build
Then give it a little time and history is frozen still
It is as much a part of us as we are to the earth
It's the purist form of life and even in death it will rebirth
She is the mother of our creation and gentle like a woman's eyes
She comforts our existence and the apple of our heavens sky
So when that day should come please don't place me in a wooden case
Throw dirt upon my naked body so that gardens may take my place

~ JJF~

Silvery streaks of moonlight
peeking in my window
Teasing and caressing my senses

The palm trees stand silent observers
To this shimmering thief
Illuminating my night

The desire to walk and bathe in its incandescent glow
Is overpowering

So
naked am I
As I succumb to its bewitching charm
And raise my arms to dance
silently
slowly
Feeling the glorious light on my skin
I am blissful

I have not seen you out for many a night,
what happened to you, my nocturnal friend?
You used to be a common evening sight,
but now those sightings have come to an end.

The only time I ever see you now
is when behind my steering wheel I’m sat,
and you are sprawled out on the road quite flat.
I wish you could avoid that fate somehow.

As soon as darkness fell you would be out,
on summer evenings you were always there,
foraging in hedgerows with your snout;
since then your nightly outings are but rare.

You curled into a ball when I came near
and straightened out again when I had gone.
I was no threat to you, my prickly one,
my presence did not need to cause you fear.

In gardens out of harm’s way at nightfall,
I wish you’d kept to your own habitat.
Better by far you curl into a ball
than get hit by a lorry and be flat.

Adieu dear Spring, cruel time is nigh,
Your fertile surge complete,
With sorrow we must wave goodbye,
And mourn your slow retreat.

You brought us blooms and verdant trees,
Sweet birdsong everywhere,
Abundant Nature to appease,
With scented woodland air.

Now rest your head, in mortal sleep,
You've earned your slumber well,
You leave this land in verdure deep,
As bluebells chime your knell.

My favoured season I decree,
This poet has lost his muse,
Whilst other jealous seasons three
Are sneering in the pews

The Summer sun won't glare your eyes,
Nor moonlight warm your tomb,
You won't hear lonely banshee cries,
Beneath a ghostly moon.

From deathly pallor so austere,
New life you did bequeath,
Glad fauna sheds a grateful tear,
Wild flora forms a wreath.

Your leafy pyre .. sad Faeries pass,
In solemn discontent,
As dew drops fill your parting glass,
The wind moans your lament.

On Nature's cogs each season turns,
As sure as full moons wane,
When Autumn falls to Winter spurns,
You'll come to life again.

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Autumn leaves coming down in showers
yellow, orange, brown and red
blanketing the little flowers
tucking them into bed...

Autumn is calling
leaves falling from above
falling like
they're falling in love
with the ground...

Every leaf a flower
autumn is nature's gallery
saving up
for the grand finale!

A gentle cool breeze blew across the water deep
Drifting over the white sandy beach
Up on a slight hill looking down at the waves
Then staring out at the horizon far away

She stood like a statute her white dress in the wind swayed
At a distance a certain wistful air about her played
What thoughts went through her mind to sadden her so
Were they memories of loves lost a long time ago

A hat shaded her expression so it was not clear
Just exactly if these memories brought tears
The sky was blue and the sun shone bright
Yellow flowers at her feet a beautiful sight

All the beauty around her but she still seemed sad
As the wind whipped her dress and tugged at her hat
Why couldn’t she see and be happy with the day
With all nature’s beauty around her displayed

How many times do we ignore nature’s gifts
Standing on our own ocean cliffs
Staring far in the distance horizon sky
Wanting and wishing for the past with a sigh

I……..Am!
I……Feel you,
You….Are man,
Probing my depths,
Gliding in my wetness,
Taking my treasures, without asking,
Stealing,
I have tried to talk to you,
You……Answer,
With air bubbles, rising,
A primitive emotion!
You….Are not listening,
I could crush you,
I am immense,
I am your....Nemesis,
I…..Am Ocean!

Happiness lies in the simple things in life -

hearing birdsong when one awakens in the early morning
observing the morning sun creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky