20 POEMS OF NATURE - LITERATURE - 2025

The poems of nature are quite common, the natural world has been one of the recurring themes in poetry. It is often the primary theme in every age and in every country.

Poets like to describe the natural world; its varied landscapes, the changing seasons and the phenomena that surround it, among others, have been an important part of the history of poetry.

Here is a list of these types of poems:

- Talk about the sea (free poem)

Talking about you was always easy

you came to me with your waves to walk my dreams,

to salpress my soul to lengthen the days, all blue, all owner, all water everywhere, an endless block of fish and coral.

Knowing your ways was simple, to find you it was enough to go to the edge of the house, and there you were, in every corner, each cardinal point had your name embroidered, that's why I didn't finish naming you.

The everyday

-the normal daily voice for those who knew you, that we live you from the beginning-,

it was talking about the sea.

- To the cornfield (tenths)

I see you from the house

green, yellow, leafy, I see you and I'm eager

of your fruit among the embers.

And it is that, with butter or fat, be it cob, corn or corn

-any name-, it's your nuance, your particular flavor, How can I not love you

give the flake to the root?

How many peoples feed

thanks to your noble fruit?

your power I do not dispute, all good of you comment.

The grounds are well set

having you sown, the plow becomes easy, you are noble, oh cornfield, of the world you are the salt, his enchanted heart.

- To nature (redondillas)

I

You are noble green lady, light of every being and thing, you are in the river, in the rose, in you sight is lost.

II

Your paths teach us

about God and creation, and is that you are song

of all those who dream.

III

Go to meet you every day

allows to expand knowledge, you are easy to love

and you always bring joy.

IV

It's you, nature

air, land, sea and sky, fire verse in which I fly, real root of wealth.

V

Don't give up, it always shines

against the dirty I accompany you, I will take good care of you every year

on land and on the shore.

- On air (free poem)

You have made a habit

obvious reason for respite, invisible life that sneaks into me, that runs from the lung to the blood

so that I can walk the paths that correspond to me.

Color of silence, visit of the breath of God in beings, when I no longer look for you it will be everything, The fog will be the path and I will be the fog

and there will be no reason or body, and I will become one with the whole, and it will be you and me in the corner of the spaces, air.

- To Earth (free poem)

If I sowed in you, I would understand the life you keep,

It could be a spice from Tibet

a grain of immortal Spain, an Apple Tree from Patagonia, some fruit that arises from your pact with the sun and the water.

If I was a worm

the world would walk you, I would look for your most hidden secrets in the minerals, I would try to understand the artifice of coal and diamond, I would try everything to know where God got you man, and where is the soul of the plants hidden from you.

Say your name,

Land, It is daring to much and not knowing everything.

- To the fire (free poem)

You boil him to the inland, heart of stones, secret of the cloud to cry water, invisible cloak of the sun.

When you came, the night was the custom, the raw the usual food, the cold reigned in all

and there was no room for anything but the trembling of blue and ice.

Did you come, well, to carve every hill, every stone, and make the rain gush, and the seeds drew his body from the ground, and they were called trees, and the fruit fell later, and man had you for god, necessary and flaming fire.

- To the hare (free poem)

The coyote looks at you from afar, the Lynx, the leopard, the man.

Everyone is looking for you to calm their hunger, but you're cunning and fast

And you know where the shadow is in the meadow

you know every place where the sun does not shine.

You are agile

moor hare, white smile that leaps between the hills, restless cloud everyone wants

and that hides underground to dawn when hunger calls, and the young require green, and life is fast, you know, and you have it.

- Sonnet to the water

Without you man could do nothing

you are crystalline jewel of life

that thirst calms me, the body takes care of me, and safeguards my being from dying.

Of the elements, you are power, liquid treasure to the one who asks for it, your sweet attribute nests in the blood, spring that helps to strengthen.

Don't stop sprouting your light from heaven, nor leave the sad earth deep, that men are waiting for you on the ground.

Only you gave nature, water, your divine soul in blue flight, in rain that everything loves and in good persists.

- To the cloud (quatrains)

I

You come and go, white and gray

breath of the winged sky, you open your coffers to the ground

giving water on the plow.

II

Sponge you are in the height, joyful shadow to the walker, pure dream that heals me, faint dancing figure.

III

You give the rain to the plants

so they can grow, they are holy tears

that deep spring from your being.

IV

Children always look for you

to guess figures, you go, you change, with two winks, transforming you into madness.

V

Beautiful cloud, beautiful cloud, never stop being, it always rains on the rose, on land, and in the sea.

- In the sun (tenths)

I

You get up very early

the morning comes to you, in your light everything is won, divine sun, friend, brother.

Thanks for reaching out

and give us clarity

to all humanity, every hour, every day, you light up with joy

in any darkness.

II

What would it be, sun, of us

without your genuine glow?

Without your pure and fine heat

that does not look like others?

The foals would be crazy, and all the animals, the kittens, the jackals, the seagulls and the dogs, we would not see the hills, we would suffer a thousand evils.

- To the birds (limericks)

I

They are the owners of the skies, angels on high, they are majestic figures

that they fall in love with their flights

and they even cure madness.

II

They dance as they fly, they fly as they dance, they rush over the landscape, they sneak into the look

and the heart reaches.

III

Be seagulls, gannets, or the peregrine falcons, fine flying pheasants, or the clever eagles, how beautiful their trills are.

IV

See them tame the wind high

invites to reflexion, gives my pen inspiration, to capture what I feel, gladdening the heart.

- To the fish (leaflets)

I

They fly under the water

they are dancing on the edge, his joy has no end, they don't stop for a second;

their fins never cease

to swim from one side to the other, they have strength like a colt, owners are from the deep sea.

II

There are in rivers, lakes, seas, they are found even in dreams, large, medium and small, of amazing colors;

their forms also vary, fat, skinny, flattened, abound everywhere, even on muddy soils.

- To the flowers (free poem)

The light dances between its petals, bathing the world in color;

the way, lonely, she covers herself with beauty with just one.

His presence is a reason for joys and longings, they are when life visits, also when it leaves, They are where the wounded complain

where love sprouts, between the pavement, on the moldy walls, and each one of them, each tiny figure, give reason, for moments, to the life.

Your stay is short, but the meaning of your step can be as sublime as the greatest feeling, everything depends on the man, from the eye that looks at her, of the heart that with them surrenders.

- At night and at day (tenths)

You give reason to the moon

dark and silent night, your presence goes and sits

on the mountain and on the dune.

Like you, there's no one, your mystery inspires man, there is not a day that does not surprise

the feeling that you have arrived

and that you have filled everything

with the black of your name.

II

You are the clarity

of the world and its borders, you come with golden mane

and illuminate humanity.

Every town and city

owes you the glow, also the pure candor

what are you toasting, beloved day, you are light and joy, offering of great love.

- To the trees (free poem)

Green lung, lung of my land, deep root with which the Pachamama breathes, trees, Thank you.

Dense gods, quiet, lined trunks that give reason to the forest;

houses of leaves that shelter so much life, veins of the world, Thank you.

They are owed the pure air, the poet's blade, the shadow in which man rests from work, and the boy, and the woman, and the animal;

they are owed the fruit and the nourishment of the food, the existence of every living being, infinite thanks for being.

I would like to honor you as it should, from the root to the crown, each twisted branch, each folded moss…

The day the last one leaves

there will be nothing, and many do not understand it, and maybe when they do it will be too late.

- To the mountains (tenths)

I

Immemorial giants

of elegant and noble green, the sight in them is lost, in their heavenly forms.

Holy grails spring from them, rivers full of riches, They are the queens, they are highnesses

of the whole earth, how beautiful it is to see first

by waking up its beauties.

II

They are crown in landscapes

of the peoples of the world, sprouted from the deep

with its very firm anchors.

Mountains of the countryside, thank you for giving sustenance, to take care of the strong wind, we owe them shelter, shelter the father, the son, sorry for the bad, sorry.

- In the rain (limericks)

I

With you life comes

to the desert before lost, crying from the burning sky, smile that waters everything

and cheers the driest nest.

II

You are born in the sea, the river, or the lake when the sun hits

and with its rays unfolds

heat, warding off the cold:

the steam goes and reaches the sky.

III

For you the seed sprouts, the cow quenches the thirst, thank you rain for you

for every liquid drop

that endows the soil with life.

- To the stones (free poem)

Founding element,

nations rise above you;

firm substance, skeleton of the earth, unique block of the original house.

If I face you against yourself

the spark arrives, then the fire sprouts, and the night was solved, and the stomach will no longer sleep empty.

If I put you on yourself

a wall rises, and another, and another, and another, the palm comes and covers from the rain, and then we have shelter and rest.

If I take you and sharpen you,

I have to hunt and feed myself, and make dresses

and other things.

Stone, foundational element, the man appreciates your presence.

- To nature (redondillas)

I

Green lady decking

every place on the planet, in every space, every crack, your presence always flows.

II

You are a mother, Pachamama, sweet, attentive, understanding, you are the living flame

to which life cries out.

III

For you the mountains happen,

the rivers, the skies, the seas, all the holy altars, since you bathe everything.

IV

Nature, mystery

the stones keep your name, secret you are for man, you and your vast vast empire.

V

Thank you for this existence, Green lady, divine flower, bird of light that trills

in each being and each essence.

- To salt (tenths)

I

From the sea, is the heart

that beats deep in white foam,

and sneaks through the haze

giving the water its seasoning.

Came with an intention

the flavor of life, without it there is no need to ask

that tastes good and with pleasure, his presence gives the fair, the point to all food.

II

Sea or lagoon salt, You are blessed by God, and there are not two like you, always good and timely.

There you are, from the cradle, in our current blood, in every dish present

pleasing the palate.

How can I not love you?

If you are part of my people!

- La infinita, by Pablo Neruda

- Nature, gentle mother of Emily Dickinson

- The Dark Thrush, by Thomas Hardy

- The Road Through the Forest, by Rudyard Kipling

- Poetry and Nature, by Kathleen Raine

- To Autumn, by John Keats

- A Lesser Bird, by Robert Frost

- To a Mouse, by Robert Burns

Small, silky, fearful cornered beast What a great panic is in your chest! You don't have to run away so hastily, with so much fuss. I don't mean to run after you with a homicidal hoe. I really feel that the dominion of man has broken the pact that Nature establishes, and justifies the wrong opinion That makes you look astonished, poor fellow born of the earth. And equally deadly. I do not doubt, however, that it is possible that you steal. What does it matter ?, poor creature, you must live! An occasional spike of a sheaf is small pretense. I will be content with the rest And I will not miss it! From your little house, also in ruins, its fragile walls scatter the winds And there is no, now, to build a new one, Freshly cut grass! And the miserable December winds are coming down,as severe as alive! You who saw the fields remain bare and barren And how the harsh winter was falling on And here, warm, safe from the storm You thought you would stay until the cruel peasant passed by and tore your shelter. That little pile of leaves and branches had cost you a few exhausting gnawing Now they have left you, after all your effort, No home or home To bear the dripping downpours of winter And the cold morning dew.after all your effort Without a home or home To bear the dripping downpours of winter And the cold dew of the morning.after all your effort Without a home or home To bear the dripping downpours of winter And the cold dew of the morning.

- Ode to the apple (excerpt), by Pablo Neruda

- A Wind Came, by Emily Dickinson

References

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2. The green side of Pablo Neruda (2014). Recovered from veoverde.com
3. The 12 poems of Emily Dickinson. Recovered from revistadelauniversidad.unam.mx
4. Poems by Rudyard Kipling. Recovered from books.google.co.ve
5. Poetry and nature. Recovered from fronterad.com
6. Poetry: John Keats: to the fall. Recovered from aquileana.wordpress.com
7. Robert Frost: the path not followed. Recovered from hablapoesia.com.ar
8. Robert Burns (2011). Recovered from davidzuker.com
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