Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

See all of the buds upon the trees
watch closely as slowly one unfurls
each tiny weeny leaf stretching out
one by one peeling away from the buds

turning their faces up to the sun
some sticky buds much longer taking
all sorts of shapes and different sizes
as they grow and cast their dappled shade

on the tender plants hiding below
shade lovers of stunning colours
scarlet red Hostas amidst bluebells
the trumpets waving on their long stems



all the sun lovers blooms open wide
drinking in the heat beaming down
tulips bright with merry stripes
all the colours of the rainbow

swaying gentle in noon heat
tall hollyhocks stately bend
the early promise of a rose
scents abound flooding senses

so easy to lay back and drift off
sun shining down heats the skin
bees droning gathering nectar
such an idyllic place to rest awhile

Under a burning sky
of misty morn
Diamond tears on roses
form
Dewdrops falling in sad
farewell
Peddles wilting in
summers swell
Beauty untold by
writers pen
Fades to twilight at
seasons end
And though her teardrops
kiss a loving hand
The weeping rose shall
rise again~

Oh how beautiful you are
waving on your stem
a perfect picture
to behold

your attar floods my senses
so sweet and fragrant
deep musky scents
that beguile me



your hips full and plump
rose water or tea I make
or rose scones to eat
a chocolate I savour

standing in stately splendour
full blooms reaching skyward
I pluck one so that its
perfume I can extract



how can I not admire thee
as you climb up a wall
or smother a fence
with wonderful blooms

you creep alone the ground
or soar high into the sky
stand upright in beauty
you have it all to show



so many colours
all different hues
Rose, I worship thee
as my soul you delight

The corn waves gently in the fields
apple trees so laden branches bow
walnuts and hazels so fat and swollen
all around are natures bounty's

smell the autumn aroma's
watch the tractors bring
the spoils from the fields
elderberries for the rich wine

combine harvesters gather in
turnips parsnips and beetroot
maize to feed the cattle
swede for the flocks of sheep

wheat to make our bread
hops rich fruity for our beer
berries gathered from hedgerows
juniper too for heavenly sloe gin

I love this time of year
when all comes to fruit
nature shares her bounty
with loving open hands

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence.

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
In times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty.

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed many an event
through time.
Time has passed by but it remains
silently standing there.
O tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds;
to their offspring
you gave protection.
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade.
On a cold windy night
you gave them warmth.
How pleasant was their song
to your ear
as they sang a song of thanks
to you.

You were a playmate to the children.
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled.
Time grew older
and the children became lovers.
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed.

Today
they have all gone away
but you still remain
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching.
How many untold events
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most noble tree
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes.

Red-moon alignment’s
ruby rays trickle, tracing
winter’s illusion.

My joy was Ephemeral
when I walked deep
into the woods,
human voices could be heard
in the distance;
be silent! I admonished my beating heart.

Wending my way to some
thick foliage, I squatted
till the human voices passed by
to their Sylvian lives,
the afternoon was
fragrant, I almost wept
with joy.

A Rabbit scuttled by
gazed right into my eye
kicked it's back legs
then scurried into a hole.

A huge tree lay felled,
It became a larder for all insects,
there were huge ant's playing piggy-back
or maybe making love,
they say that if ant's were larger
they would rule the world.

The symphony of the trees
around me were manna to my ears,
their long lean bodies and
nodding heads were so graceful,
they would have been the envy
of a Prima-Ballerina.

When I'm alone I become part of nature,
I am nature.
Nature beguiles me, like no lover
or friend ever could.

Outside my window
I watch you
since winter began
to hold your beauty close...

I will protect you
from the rain and cold
as you wear
your grayish-green coat...

when Springtime comes
you will release
your sweet perfume
exotic in all its splendor!

Your beautiful flower
like hands will open
fingers uncurling
your beauty hidden in winter...

icicles dangling
glittering silver droplets
slowly they will melt

slush everywhere slush
left behind by melting snow
land now watery

ice glistening bright
vast expanse over the lake
now here until spring

arctic snow flurries
sweep across the barren lands
settling in drifts

snow falling softly
clothing all the world in white
drifting aimlessly

The soothing sound of the sea with its blue waters meet the sky so cloudless the expanse on high. The wonder of mystry there is; what solace beyond compare. To the cliffs each ravanous wave has bowed, and now comes swirling back beneath an angry cloud. The green-blue waves foam at the mouth and taste of the sands. The shells and pebbles are snatched away by greedy hands,and dashes far down into the depths of unknown while the waters rage on in fiendish glee.