Poems about Nature

• My Heart Leaps Up

  My heart leaps up when I behold
  A Rainbow in the sky:

  by William Wordsworth 8 lines, 19 comments
• The Surfer

  He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
  climbed through, slid under those long banks of

  by Judith Wright 21 lines, 5 comments
• Dohas (Couplets) I (with translation)

  Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye
  Dui Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na

  by Kabir 53 lines, 26 comments
• Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

  Whose woods these are I think I know.
  His house is in the village though;

  by Robert Frost 16 lines, 131 comments
• On Gay Wallpaper

  The green-blue ground
  is ruled with silver lines

  by William Carlos Williams 21 lines, 3 comments
• "I wandered lonely as a cloud"

  I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

  by William Wordsworth 26 lines, 26 comments
• Ode To Autumn

  Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
          Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

  by John Keats 37 lines, 10 comments
• A White Rose

  The red rose whispers of passion,
  And the white rose breathes of love;

  by John Boyle O'Reilly 8 lines, 7 comments
• The Shark

  He seemed to know the harbour,
  So leisurely he swam;

  by Edwin John Pratt 32 lines, 5 comments
• There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

  There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
  There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

  by Lord George Gordon Byron 8 lines, 7 comments
• The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

  I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
  And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

  by William Butler Yeats 11 lines, 17 comments
• Spring And Winter

  When icicles hang by the wall,  
  And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

  by William Shakespeare 17 lines, 4 comments
• Upon A Spider Catching A Fly

  Thou sorrow, venom Elfe:
  Is this thy play,

  by Edward Taylor 50 lines
• Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping...

  Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping,
  Of February, in sobs and ink,

  by Boris Pasternak 21 lines, 1 comment
• Dohas II (with translation)

  Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye
  Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye

  by Kabir 74 lines, 11 comments
• The Dark, Blue Sea

  There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
  There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

  by Lord George Gordon Byron 68 lines, 2 comments
• The Snare

  I hear a sudden cry of pain!
  There is a rabbit in a snare:

  by James Stephens 16 lines, 5 comments
• Young Sycamore

  I must tell you
  this young tree

  by William Carlos Williams 24 lines, 3 comments
• Autumnal (With English Translation)

  His head between his hands, the dreamer weaves
  His dream of clouds and Autumn-colored leaves.

  by Ruben Dario 139 lines, 2 comments
• The Wind

  The wind stood up and gave a shout.
  He whistled on his fingers and

  by James Stephens 6 lines, 65,533 comments
• When Autumn Came

  This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
  it stripped them down to the skin,

  by Faiz Ahmed Faiz 20 lines, 4 comments
• The Killer

  The day was clear as fire,
  the birds sang frail as glass,

  by Judith Wright 33 lines, 4 comments
• Sure On This Shining Night

  Sure on this shining night
  Of star made shadows round,

  by James Agee 10 lines, 2 comments
• I reach deep into my lonely mind

  I reach deep into my lonely mind and carve out a full moon.
  High into night’s starry sky I hang it like a mirror.

  by Chong Chol 4 lines, 3 comments
• As Fall The Leaves

  As fall the leaves, so drop the days
    In silence from the tree of life;

  by Edgar Albert Guest 19 lines, 2 comments
• The First Snowfall

  THE snow had begun in the gloaming,
  And busily all the night

  by James Russell Lowell 48 lines, 3 comments
• Flowers By The Sea

  When over the flowery, sharp pasture's
  edge, unseen, the salt ocean

  by William Carlos Williams 10 lines, 1 comment
• Wild Grapes

  The old orchard, full of smoking air,
  Full of sour marsh and broken boughs, is there,

  by Kenneth Slessor 20 lines, 8 comments
• Fire

  This life that we call our own
  Is neither strong nor free;

  by Dorothea Mackellar 12 lines, 6 comments
• "In Extremis"

  Till dawn the winds' insuperable throng
  passed over like archangels in their might,

  by George Sterling 14 lines, 3 comments

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