Nature Poems collection includes poems about natural events such as poems about the weather, poems about the sea or sky. All type of nature poems.
Submitted by Visitor on 2012-05-12 18:25:31
Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal—the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
Submitted by Darius on 2012-05-09 17:47:18
Where is the rain?
The ocean of the sky.
From the crest of heaven's brim,
Angels observe the plains below.
What do they see?
Submitted by admin on 2011-12-02 16:32:31
The Lamb by William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-10-12 07:45:22
Mid September, and the light morning passes,
A dew appears on the overnight grasses;
A chill in the air, though the sun breaks through,
Full moon in the sky, still in full view.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-08-18 07:37:51
She’d always wanted a garden,
Somewhere to grow a few flowers;
She cultivated her little plot
For many enjoyable hours.
People commented on the massive blooms,
The scented air was Oh, so sweet;
But the only trouble with flowers is…
There’s nothing there, you can eat !
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-08-15 07:53:01
The sparkling strands of the spiders web,
Festooned with morning dew; a dazzling sight;
A pearl necklace, suspended between branch and twig,
Glistening, in the break of morning’s light.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-06-02 07:27:16
The genus Papava, in a field of swaying corn,
Vivid against the ripened gold;
Or scattered randomly, along the hedgerows,
Petals at risk from the morning cold.
Symbollic of the gallant fighting forces
Alone, in the mud bogged trenches,
These scarlet heads sway in Summer breeze,
A jewel, beside rustic, roadside fences.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-05-03 14:13:33
Thowd chap's bowt me a greenhouse
said it'll keep me occupied
It's only a small un you know
one of them wi flaps down each side.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-22 13:08:01
Thousands of golden trumpets are raised
To herald the return of Spring;
Daylight, gradually returning again,
Birds chatter, and chirp and sing.
Submitted by Visitor on 2011-03-17 07:51:40
Gnarled and twisted, the old oak stood,
It’s branches formed a canopy;
Reaching out like a huge umbrella,
Shading all beneath that tree.
The rutted furrows of the darkened bark,
Like rivulets, reaching the earth;
Years of growth through history
Produced it’s enormous girth.
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