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Nature at its best described through POETRY!
John Muir
understood the majestic quality of nature in poetry, “I only
went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till
sundown, for going out, I found, I was really going in.” In
life’s constant drama and movement it is hard to stop and enjoy
the beauty of nature but through nature poems imagery flows from
the pages into our soul. Nature poetry is known for its quality
of bringing one’s mind and spirit closer to reality and makes us
stop and appreciate life itself. Life
poetry forces us to introspect into our being and better
understand ourselves as individuals in the broader spectrum of
events of the world and in humanity in nature.
Love poems bring the natural need
for love and companionship.
Inspirational poems will sometimes use lessons that nature
gives us to learn about life. Nature poems enlighten us to our
inner most souls and natural being and illuminate us to what
nature has to offer…life.
Nature Poetry:
The poetry you will find here reflects on the beauty and power of nature. Poems about the destruction of Hurricanes and Tsunamis, the wonder of the seasons, the joys of observing wild animals in their natural habitat. Sunrise and sunset, the sun and the moon, the decay of Fall, the rebirth of Spring, the long days of Summer, the snow covered world of Winter.
Touched by Nature:
The writers of these poems all have accomplished the unusual. They have stopped to notice what we tend to ignore. They have stopped to smell the roses, and the smell has changed them. Nature is happening all around us, it begs to be described in prose and poetry. These poets have shared with us how nature has touched them.
Has nature touched you?
When was the last time that you watched a sunset or reveled in
the beauty of the natural world that surrounds us? Perhaps you
also have the talent to write a poem about nature. Take a moment
to look around you. Open yourself up and appreciate what a
beautiful world we live in. Then take a pen and write your
feelings down on paper.
Free Poetry Competitions, enter your best nature poetry for a chance to win our free poetry competition, read poetry about nature. Poetry about the outdoors, poems about the Spring, Fall, Summer and Winter. Poems about pets, animals, beauty, scenery, beaches and trees. All kind of poetry about nature.
White Oak Press Free Poetry Contest
Enter Your Nature Poem In Our Poetry Contest!
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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