Poems about Nature are some wonderful ways to connect with the beauty and serenity of the world around us. Through the simple words and beautiful images, nature poems capture the true essence of earth which ranges from the calmness of a flowing river to the majesty of towering the mountains. These poems help us to appreciate the natural world which reminds us the peace and the inspiration which the nature offers to us.
Writing or reading the nature poems can be a soothing experience, especially for the children. They can describe the colourful flowers in a garden or the cool breeze on a summer day. Nature poems also teach children to express their feelings about the world they see. Whether it is the jou of seeing a rainbow or the calmness of walking through a forest, these poems allow the young minds to explore the emotions and connect with the earth in a meaningful way. Make sure to read all the poems and enjoy it.
Poem on Nature
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death. [/quote] [quote] I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. [/quote] [quote] All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other –
Only the mountain and I. [/quote] [quote] Nature is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity. [/quote] [quote] The water understands
Civilization well;
It wets my foot, but prettily,
It chills my life, but wittily,
It is not disconcerted,
It is not broken-hearted:
Well used, it decketh joy,
Adorneth, doubleth joy:
Ill used, it will destroy,
In perfect time and measure
With a face of golden pleasure
Elegantly destroy. [/quote]
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Poem on Nature in English
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. [/quote]
[quote] Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. [/quote]
[quote] When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise, —
The swallows will come swinging through the air
When April comes!
When April comes with tender smile and tear,
Dear dandelions will gild the common ways,
And at the break of morning we will hear
The piping of the robins crystal clear —
While bobolinks will whistle through the days,
When April comes! [/quote]
[quote] Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake. [/quote]
[quote] Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue!
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing.
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going. [/quote]
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Poem on Nature in Hindi
[quote] आकाश वायु अग्नि पृथ्वी जल
आधार मानव के, हैं यही कल
हमारी संरचना में भूमिका इनकी
जिस प्रकार तर्जनी अनामिका कनकी
हो जाओ इनके महत्व से परिचित
रहेगा प्राणी इनके चलन से नियमित
संरक्षण इनका अत्यंत अनिवार्य
ये दिनचर्या है ना के अपरिहार्य। [/quote]
[quote] रात अंधेरी ज़रूर है, पर सुकून का सबब बन जाती है
मौसम बेशक बदलता है, पर चलता नियमानुसार है
इसलिये इसकी हर बात मेरे लिए अदब बन जाती है
खोलता है मेरे लिए अतीत के वर्के नदी का किनारा
तो सौंदर्य अहसासों का मेरी ओर सरपट दौड़ पड़ता है
यही नाज़-ओ-नखरा मेरे लिए घड़ी गज़ब बन जाती है। [/quote]
[quote] न कर छेड़खानी मेरे वजूद से, पछताएगा
लगा प्रतिबंध, अन्यथा हाथ कानों पे लाएगा
रहें पड़ती बूँदें प्यार, दुलार, संस्कार की
रोम-रोम मेरा गीत तेरी महिमा के गाएगा
देख गौर से, डाल-पात, महकती पुरवाईयाँ
तुझे पुकारें, कर आत्मसात्, निकट पाएगा। [/quote]
[quote] मन को छू जाए, क्या नज़ारा है
धरा स्वर्ग, आसमानी सितारा है
दें दस्तक काले बदरा मानो केश
लगे, फिज़ा ने खुद को संवारा है
करे स्वागत हरेक का नेकदिली से
हाय नज़ाकत कोई मंदिर द्वारा है
पहने दुपट्टा हरा वसंत भरा तो
सूखे हृदयों में उफनती बहारा है
संभाले पतझड़ खुद के हालात
क्या आगे ज़रिया-ए-गुज़ारा है! [/quote]
[quote] ये नदिया किनारे, मेरे साँझ-सवेरे
इन्हीं से सुकून इन्हीं में मेरे बसेरे
थे ललचाते जैसे साँवरे को जमुना तीरे
बस गए हैं दिल में मेरे भी धीरे-धीरे
है दुआ मलिक से, रहूं घुल के इनमें
रहें करते नृत्य गोपियों के सदृश सपने। [/quote]
Short Poem on Nature
With flowers,
Larkspur and roses,
Fretted lilies
In their leaves,
And long, cool lavender.
I carried them
From house to house,
And cried them
Down hot streets.
The sun fell
Upon my flowers,
And the dust of the streets
Blew over my basket. [/quote]
[quote] I came from the country
With flowers,
Larkspur and roses,
Fretted lilies
In their leaves,
And long, cool lavender.
I carried them
From house to house,
And cried them
Down hot streets.
The sun fell
Upon my flowers,
And the dust of the streets
Blew over my basket. [/quote]
[quote] Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose
As over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring
“Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day [/quote]
[quote] It is your very self” I tell him.
He has never seen me.
His quick coin of breath disappears on the glass as it forms: air
that feeds his bones their portion
willingly as it feeds mine. He spends his here,
besieged by the dull birds who gather
and whom he cannot touch, his own feathers
red as wrought blood [/quote]
[quote] I love the whir of the creature come
to visit the pink
flowers in the hanging basket as she does
most August mornings, hours away
from starvation to store
enough energy to survive overnight. [/quote]
William Wordsworth Poems on Nature
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety. [/quote] [quote] A slumber did my spirit seal
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees. [/quote]
[quote] I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. [/quote]
[quote] There is a change–and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart’s door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.
What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? Shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well. [/quote]
[quote] She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me! [/quote]
