33 Nature Poems

Be inspired by this collection of nature poems. In these verses, discover the marvels of the world's landscapes, from the serene countryside to the creatures that are in nature. The poems express the beauty of the scenery, capturing the essence of nature's wonders.

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  • Collection of Nature Poems by Theme

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  • Moreover, we'll delve into the enchanting realm of creatures that inhabit this world – from the small grasshopper to the elegant butterfly, each adding its unique thread to the grand tapestry of existence. We hope these poems are a reminder of the awe-inspiring beauty and and the harmony in which every living being plays a role.

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    Collection of Nature Poems by Theme

    1. Poems About Birds

    2. Butterfly Poems

    3. Poems About Clouds

    4. Poems about Earth Day

    5. Famous Nature Poems

    6. Grasshopper Poem

    7. Ladybug Poem

    8. Poems About Leaves

    9. Poems About Mountains

    10. Poems About Night

    11. Ocean Poems

    12. Poems About Rain

    13. Poems About The Sky

    14. Sunrise Poems

    15. Poems about Sunset

    16. Tree Poems

    17. Poems About Water

    18. Poems About The Wind

    19. Popular Nature Poems:

    20. The Psalm Of The Woodsman
      By William Steward Gordon

      Blessed is the man that loveth Nature,
      For he shall never be lonely!
      Yea, though he loseth himself in the forest
      He is still in the midst of friends.

      The trees stretch their arms in protection;
      They invite him under their shelter.
      Their roots take hold of the mountain
      Like the stakes of a tent set firmly.

      The moss on the bark is a compass
      To tell him whither he goeth;
      It points his direction as surely
      As the guide-board out on the highway.

      The winds and the clouds are his servants;
      He knoweth their course in the season.
      Yea, the tree turns its face from the tempest.
      So the burden of branches is southward.

      The beasts and the birds are his comrades;
      He knoweth their signs and their habits.
      He knoweth their challenge of anger.
      And their milder language of mating.

      The rivulet calls him with laughter.
      And the pool is his only mirror.
      He looks, and the beard on his bosom
      Is blended with moss on the cedars.

      He knoweth the roots that are wholesome,
      And the edible barks and the berries —
      The camas that holdeth no poison,
      The celery and rice of the lakelets.

      Yea, blessed the man of the mountains!
      And thrice blessed is he if he follows
      The trail that leads over the summit
      On the highway to regions immortal.

      The years hang as light on his shoulders
      As the grizzled wings of the eagle.
      They are only fanciful burdens,
      For they help him to fly away.

      His is the calling courageous:
      He blazed the trail for his children.
      His footprints are waymarks of safety
      And his bones are a guide to the living.

    21. Colors are the smiles of nature. Leigh Hunt

    22. Beauty Still Walketh
      Poet: Alexander Smith

      Beauty still walketh on the earth and air
      Our present sunsets are as rich in gold
      As ere the Iliad's music was out-rolled;
      The roses of the Spring are ever fair,
      'Mong branches green still ring-doves coo and pair
      And the deep sea still foams its music old.
      So, if we are at all divinely souled.
      This beauty will unloose our bonds of care.

    23. The Gladness Of Nature
      Poet: William Cullen Bryant

      Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
      When our mother Nature laughs around;
      When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
      And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

      There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
      And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
      The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
      And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

      The clouds are at play in the azure space,
      And their shadows at play on the bright-green vale,
      And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
      And there they roll on the easy gale.

      There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bovver,
      There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
      There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
      And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

      And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
      On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray.
      On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
      Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.

    24. Song Of The March Wind
      Poet: Cobb

      The March wind blows the snow away,
      And blows away the cold.
      He's not afraid of anything,
      He is so very bold.

      He shakes the sleepy trees about.
      And calls for them to wake;
      For April soon will come along
      Their summer gowns to make.

      He whistles to the little brooks
      That now with gladness sing.
      And sends them running on their way
      To carry news of spring.

    25. The Healing Power of Nature
      Poet: Leonora Milliken Boss

      Far famed the grand old forest,
      As the one whose name it bears;
      Calling, calling to the weary.
      To lay aside all cares.

      And come and rest, where Nature
      Her blessed boon can bring,
      Of health and strength and calmness,
      In all and everything.

      There is healing in the wildwood.
      Near the cedar and the pine;
      There is healing in the songbird,
      'Tis a tonic, more than wine.

      The soughing of the pines can lull you.
      To a quiet few can know,
      For you're nearer to the Father;
      These are gifts he would bestow.

      And so, when the grand old forest
      Sends forth a call to you.
      Obey the summons and answer;
      'Tis the least that you can do.

      For the renovation and needed rest
      Will be given in hospital here.
      Or, rather, in God's free sunlight,
      Where the cedar and pine are near.

    26. Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you. Frank Lloyd Wright

    27. The Babbling Brook
      Poet: Mary C. Plummer

      Tell me, little babbling brook.
      Of the song you sing
      As you flow through hedge and nook.
      Let your sweet song ring.

      I have stood one half an hour.
      Listening to your chatter;
      All that I can understand
      Is just: Splatter, splatter.

      You say if I should place my ear
      Near your pretty dimple
      I could hear your lovely song.
      So beautiful and simple.

      Yes, now to me it is quite plain
      What a lovely sweet refrain!
      Words are, though today comes rain.
      Sunshine will return again.

    28. Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. Albert Einstein

    29. Symbols
      Poet: Robert Leighton

      The breathing flowers, the forest-buds unfurl'd,
      Are not the expanded seedlings that we ween,
      But sweet transfigurations from the world
      That lies within the seen.

      For this the type in which God prints His thought —
      This glorious theatre of shifting things;
      And whosoever has its meaning caught,
      For him all Nature sings.

      Would'st thou hear Nature's voice? Be one with her,
      In simple purity, perennial youth;
      Her child in wonder, and her worshipper
      In spirit and in truth.

      Then will the daisy, from its modest eye,
      Let out its secrets, and the starry scroll
      River and ocean — all of earth or sky —
      Interpret to thy soul.

    30. Butterflies are nature's tragic heroes...

    31. The Streamlet
      Poet: Charles Fenno Hoffman

      How silently yon streamlet slides
      From out the twilight-shaded bowers!
      How, soft as sleep, it onward glides
      In sunshine through its dreaming flowers.

      That tranquil wave, now turn'd to gold
      Beneath the slowly westering sun,
      It is the same, far on the wold.
      Whose foam this morn we gazed upon.

      The leaden sky, the barren waste,
      The torrent we this morning knew,
      How changed are all! as now we haste
      To bid them, with the day, adieu!

      Ah! thus should life and love at last
      Grow bright and sweet when death is near:
      May we, our course of trial passed.
      Thus bathed in beauty glide from here!

    32. Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. Lao Tzu

    33. A Prayer To The God Of Nature
      Poet: Frederic Lawrence Knowles

      God of the roadside weed,
      Grant I may humbly serve the humblest need.

      God of the scarlet rose,
      Give me the beauty that Thy love bestows.

      God of the hairy bee,
      Help me to suck deep joys from all I see.

      God of the spider's lace,
      Let me, from mine own heart, unwind such grace.

      God of the lily's cup,
      Fill me! I hold this empty chalice up.

      God of the sea-gull's wing,
      Bear me above each dark and turbulent thing.

      God of the watchful owl,
      Help me to see at midnight, like this fowl.

      God of the antelope,
      Teach me to scale the highest crags of Hope.

      God of the eagle's nest,
      Oh, let me make my eyrie near thy breast!

      God of the burrowing mole,
      Let cold earth have no terrors for my soul.

      God of the chrysalis,
      Grant that my grave may be a cell of bliss.

      God of the butterfly,
      Help me to vanquish Death, although I die.

    34. Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature. Steve Maraboli

    35. Rain
      Poet: Arthur Linton

      Tenderly on the parched brown earth
      The rain falls gently singing,
      And with its freshness, to the dearth
      Of the dry ground, new beauty's birth

      As a friend's face when seen again
      Sets the heart-pulses ringing;
      So the desired delights of rain,
      Joy to the desolate weary grain

      And when its grace has thrilled the ground,
      From that dark grave upspringing
      Its soul within the flowers is found,
      On delicate odours all around

    36. The Book Of Nature
      Poet: Keble

      There is a book, who runs may read,
      Which heavenly truth imparts.
      And all the lore its scholars need,
      Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

      The works of God above, below,
      Within us, and around.
      Are pages in that book to show
      How God himself is found.

      The glorious sky, embracing all,
      Is like the Maker's love.
      Wherewith encompassed, great and small
      In peace and order move.

      The dew of heaven is like His grace.
      It steals in silence down;
      But where it lights, the favored place.
      By richest fruits is known.

      Thou, who hast given me eyes to see
      And love this sight so fair.
      Give me a heart to find out Thee,
      And read Thee everywhere.

    37. The World And I
      Poet: Nelly M. Hutchinson

      Whether my heart be glad or no,
      The summers come, the summers go,
      The lanes grow dark with dying leaves,
      Icicles hang beneath the eaves,
      The asters wither to the snow;
      Thus doth the summer end and go,
      Whether my life be glad or no.

      Whether my life be sad or no,
      The winters come, the winters go,
      The sunshine plays with baby leaves,
      Swallows build about the eaves,
      The lovely wild flowers bend and blow;
      Thus doth the winter end and go,
      Whether my life be sad or no.

      Yet Mother Nature gives to me
      A fond and patient sympathy;
      In my own heart I find the charm
      To make her tender, near, and warm;
      Through summer sunshine, winter snow,
      She clasps me, sad or glad or no.

    38. Nature
      Poet: B. E. Warren

      Rippling brook and flowing stream
      In the sparkling sunlight gleam,
      Making merry faces beam
      With their gladsome story;
      Soft their music floats away,
      Where the evening zephyrs play,
      Where the siren singers stay
      In their verdant glory.

      See blest virgin Nature smile,
      In her queenly robes the while;
      Man of earth she would beguile
      With her flowing tresses.
      Bright her face with blooming flowers,
      Sweet the odor from her bowers,
      Fresh her sparkling April showers,
      Mid her warm caresses.

      Hills and valleys robed in green,
      Winding rivers flow between,
      There the rustic rocks are seen
      Where the water splashes;
      On the rising silvery spray,
      Rainbow colors seem to play,
      Painted by the orb of day,
      In the sunlight flashes.

      Soft the kisses of her lips,
      Sweet the honeydew she sips,
      From her hand of mercy drips
      Every single blessing.
      With her arms embracing me,
      I am safe as I can be,
      When I come on bended knee,
      Nature's God confessing.

    39. Nature
      Poet: Nettie Steeves

      How beautiful are the hills
      And the green valleys down below
      With the flowers in the woodland
      Where the Lady's Slippers grow.

      And the gurgling of the brooks
      The murmuring of the streams
      The moaning of the pine trees,
      It is like a fairy dream.

      With Nature in all its beauty
      There is nothing else so fair
      It needs no touch from an artist's brush
      For Nature has her beauty there.

    40. Nature
      Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier

      The harp at Nature's advent strung
      Has never ceased to play;
      The song the stars of morning sung
      Has never died away.

      And prayer is made, and praise is given
      By all things near and far:
      The ocean looketh up to heaven
      And mirrors every star;

      The green earth sends her incense up
      From many a mountain shrine;
      From folded leaf and dewy cup
      She pours her sacred wine;

      The blue sky is the temple's arch;
      Its transept, earth and air;
      The music of its starry march,
      The chorus of a prayer:

      So Nature keeps the reverent frame
      With which her years began,
      And all her signs and voices shame
      The prayerless heart of man.
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