Poems about Nature

• I Am The Wind

  I am the wind that wavers,
  You are the certain land;

  by Zoe Akins 13 lines, 4 comments
• Ignatyevo Forest

  The last leaves' embers in total immolation
  Rise into the sky; this whole forest

  by Arseny Tarkovsky 16 lines
• In A Southern Garden

  WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze,
  And bats begin their jerky skimming flight,

  by Dorothea Mackellar 19 lines, 1 comment
• Butterfly Laughter

  In the middle of our porridge plates
  There was a blue butterfly painted

  by Katherine Mansfield 13 lines, 4 comments
• At April

  When April comes a-laughing
  and a-weeping...

  by Angelina Weld Grimke 12 lines
• The Goat Paths

  The crooked paths go every way
    Upon the hill — they wind about

  by James Stephens 49 lines, 2 comments
• Kookaburra

  I see we have undervalued the kookaburra;
  they think they are waking the world, and I think so too.

  by Douglas Alexander Stewart 13 lines, 2 comments
• The Weeping Garden

  It’s terrible! – all drip and listening.
  Whether, as ever, it’s loneliness,

  by Boris Pasternak 46 lines, 65,535 comments
• Earth

  Grasshopper, your fairy song
  And my poem alike belong

  by John Hall Wheelock 78 lines, 1 comment
• Sonnet to Ocean

  Shall I rebuke thee, Ocean, my old love,
  That once, in rage, with the wild winds at strife,

  by Thomas Hood 14 lines
• North Country

  North Country, filled with gesturing wood,
  With trees that fence, like archers' volleys,

  by Kenneth Slessor 29 lines, 2 comments
• In The Poppy Field

  Mad Patsy said, he said to me,
  That every morning he could see

  by James Stephens 24 lines, 2 comments
• Frog Autumn

  Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother.
  The insects are scant, skinny.

  by Sylvia Plath 13 lines, 1 comment
• A Caged Bird

  High at the window in her cage,
      The old canary sits and sings,

  by Sarah Orne Jewett 44 lines, 3 comments
• When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

  When Earth's last picture is painted
  And the tubes are twisted and dried

  by Rudyard Kipling 23 lines
• The Cardinal Bird

  A day and then a week passed by:
    The redbird hanging from the sill

  by William Davis Gallagher 89 lines
• Hard Frost

  Frost called to the water Halt
  And crusted the moist snow with sparkling salt;

  by Andrew John Young 19 lines, 1 comment
• "I heard a bird at dawn"

  I heard a bird at dawn
      Singing sweetly on a tree,

  by James Stephens 19 lines, 2 comments
• Sonnet

  A sea of foliage girds our garden round,
  But not a sea of dull unvaried green,

  by Toru Dutt 15 lines, 1 comment
• Illahi Nama (Book of God)

  In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings

  by Farid al-Din Attar 10 lines, 1 comment
• An Octopus

  of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
  it lies "in grandeur and in mass"

  by Marianne Moore 201 lines
• Fog

  THE fog comes
  on little cat feet.

  by Carl Sandburg 6 lines, 5 comments
• Riverbank Blues

  Went down to the river, sot me down an' listened,
  Heard de water talkin' quiet, quiet lak an' slow:

  by Sterling A Brown 31 lines
• Ode To Bird Watching

  Let's look for birds!
  The tall iron branches

  by Pablo Neruda 106 lines
• The Lark Ascending

  He rises and begins to round,
  He drops the silver chain of sound

  by George Meredith 124 lines
• Sinfonia En Gris Mayor (Symphony In Gray Major)

  El mar como un vasto cristal azogado
  refleja la lámina de un cielo de zinc;

  by Ruben Dario 76 lines, 2 comments
• "When Spring Comes Back To England"

  When Spring comes back to England
  And crowns her brows with May,

  by Alfred Noyes 24 lines, 1 comment
• The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence Is The Flower?

  In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
  I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,

  by Ralph Waldo Emerson 15 lines, 2 comments
• Frost At Midnight

  The Frost performs its secret ministry,
  Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry

  by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 77 lines, 3 comments
• Spring

  The year has changed his mantle cold
  Of wind, of rain, of bitter air;

  by Charles I de Valois, Duke of Orleans 11 lines, 3 comments

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