{"id":15673,"date":"2021-04-12T19:14:01","date_gmt":"2021-04-12T19:14:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/?p=15673"},"modified":"2024-10-03T06:14:08","modified_gmt":"2024-10-03T12:14:08","slug":"15-poems-on-nature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/15-poems-on-nature\/","title":{"rendered":"15 Poems to Help You Appreciate the Beauty Around Us"},"content":{"rendered":"

Beauty comes in many forms, but one of the best ways to experience the vast beauty around us is through poetry.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Poets transcribe their world\u2019s view onto paper, sharing perspectives on beauty we may never otherwise appreciate.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Poetry about beauty delivers a strong emotional punch, pulling us to look deeper at everything around us.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Today, we\u2019ll share some poems on nature about creating, appreciating,\u00a0 discovering, and finding beauty in its many forms.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeauty is the Brief and Violent\u201d by Snehal Vadher<\/strong><\/p>\n

Beauty is brief and violent<\/span><\/p>\n

like the white thunderbolt<\/span><\/p>\n

of Nilgiri slow and sudden<\/span><\/p>\n

braided like her hair<\/span><\/p>\n

one morning was a cluster<\/span><\/p>\n

of grapes hung beside each<\/span><\/p>\n

ear maybe it comes from where<\/span><\/p>\n

hunger the voices of children<\/span><\/p>\n

come breaking their way<\/span><\/p>\n

to my heart the stones<\/span><\/p>\n

my feet which are light<\/span><\/p>\n

and heavy from walking<\/span><\/p>\n

that path full and swift<\/span><\/p>\n

the river flows eroding<\/span><\/p>\n

the banks with its sinuous<\/span><\/p>\n

desire gentle and unkind<\/span><\/p>\n

the days the years’ boulders<\/span><\/p>\n

tossed by a giant down the hill<\/span><\/p>\n

we must climb to the sudden<\/span><\/p>\n

sinuous blue<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe Beauty of Nature\u201d by H. Weimer<\/strong><\/p>\n

Click <\/span>HERE<\/span><\/a> to for the video of this poem.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI Died for Beauty-But Was Scarce\u201d by Emily Dickinson\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I died for beauty, but was scarce<\/span><\/p>\n

Adjusted in the tomb,<\/span><\/p>\n

When one who died for truth was lain<\/span><\/p>\n

In an adjoining room.<\/span><\/p>\n

He questioned softly why I failed?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor beauty,\u201d I replied.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I for truth,\u2014the two are one;<\/span><\/p>\n

We brethren are,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

And so, as kinsmen met a night,<\/span><\/p>\n

We talked between the rooms,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Until the moss had reached our lips,<\/span><\/p>\n

And covered up our names.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMorning or Mourning\u201d by Jan Allison\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Such precious gemstones<\/span><\/p>\n

Morning dew shines like diamonds<\/span><\/p>\n

God\u2019s tears from heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDark Girl\u201d by Mr. Damon Plant\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Watch this spoken word short-film poetry <\/span>HERE<\/span><\/a>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Sonnet 54 by Shakespeare<\/strong><\/p>\n

O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,<\/span><\/p>\n

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!<\/span><\/p>\n

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem<\/span><\/p>\n

For that sweet odour which doth in it live.<\/span><\/p>\n

The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye<\/span><\/p>\n

As the perfumed tincture of the roses,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly<\/span><\/p>\n

When summer\u2019s breath their masked buds disclose:<\/span><\/p>\n

But, for their virtue only is their show,<\/span><\/p>\n

They live unwoo\u2019d and unrespected fade,<\/span><\/p>\n

Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;<\/span><\/p>\n

Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:<\/span><\/p>\n

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,<\/span><\/p>\n

When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA Thing of Beauty\u201d by John Keats<\/strong><\/p>\n

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:<\/span><\/p>\n

Its loveliness increases; it will never<\/span><\/p>\n

Pass into nothingness, but still will keep<\/span><\/p>\n

A bower quiet for us, and asleep<\/span><\/p>\n

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing<\/span><\/p>\n

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth<\/span><\/p>\n

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,<\/span><\/p>\n

Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways<\/span><\/p>\n

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,<\/span><\/p>\n

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall<\/span><\/p>\n

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,<\/span><\/p>\n

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon<\/span><\/p>\n

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils<\/span><\/p>\n

With the green world they live in; and clear rills<\/span><\/p>\n

That for themselves a cooling covert make<\/span><\/p>\n

‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,<\/span><\/p>\n

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:<\/span><\/p>\n

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms<\/span><\/p>\n

We have imagined for the mighty dead;<\/span><\/p>\n

An endless fountain of immortal drink,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat Do You Call Beauty\u201d by ACDT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Listen to this spoken word poem <\/span>HERE<\/span><\/a>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeauty and Beauty\u201d by Rupert Brooke<\/strong><\/p>\n

When Beauty and Beauty meet<\/span><\/p>\n

All naked, fair to fair,<\/span><\/p>\n

The earth is crying-sweet,<\/span><\/p>\n

And scattering-bright the air,<\/span><\/p>\n

Eddying, dizzying, closing round,<\/span><\/p>\n

With soft and drunken laughter;<\/span><\/p>\n

Veiling all that may befall<\/span><\/p>\n

After — after —<\/span><\/p>\n

Where Beauty and Beauty met,<\/span><\/p>\n

Earth’s still a-tremble there,<\/span><\/p>\n

And winds are scented yet,<\/span><\/p>\n

And memory-soft the air,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bosoming, folding glints of light,<\/span><\/p>\n

And shreds of shadowy laughter;<\/span><\/p>\n

Not the tears that fill the years<\/span><\/p>\n

After — after —<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo a Dark Girl\u201d by Gwendolyn B. Bennett<\/strong><\/p>\n

I love you for your brownness<\/span><\/p>\n

And the rounded darkness of your breast<\/span><\/p>\n

I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice<\/span><\/p>\n

And shadows where your wayward eye-lids rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Something of old forgotten queens<\/span><\/p>\n

Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk<\/span><\/p>\n

And something of the shackled slave<\/span><\/p>\n

Sobs in the rhythm of your talk<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow\u2019s mate<\/span><\/p>\n

Keep all you have of queenliness<\/span><\/p>\n

Forgetting that you were once were slave<\/span><\/p>\n

And let your full lips laugh at Fate!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe Walks in Beauty\u201d by Lord Byron<\/strong><\/p>\n

She walks in beauty, like the night<\/span><\/p>\n

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<\/span><\/p>\n

And all that\u2019s best of dark and bright<\/span><\/p>\n

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;<\/span><\/p>\n

Thus mellowed to that tender light<\/span><\/p>\n

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One shade the more, one ray the less,<\/span><\/p>\n

Had half impaired the nameless grace<\/span><\/p>\n

Which waves in every raven tress,<\/span><\/p>\n

Or softly lightens o\u2019er her face;<\/span><\/p>\n

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,<\/span><\/p>\n

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And on that cheek, and o\u2019er that brow,<\/span><\/p>\n

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<\/span><\/p>\n

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

But tell of days in goodness spent,<\/span><\/p>\n

A mind at peace with all below,<\/span><\/p>\n

A heart whose love is innocent!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStill Will I Harvest Beauty Where it Grows\u201d by Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/strong><\/p>\n

Still, will I harvest beauty where it grows:<\/span><\/p>\n

In colored fungus and the spotted fog<\/span><\/p>\n

Surprised on foods forgotten; in ditch and bog<\/span><\/p>\n

Filmed brilliant with irregular rainbows<\/span><\/p>\n

Of rust and oil, where half a city throws<\/span><\/p>\n

Its empty tins; and in some spongy log<\/span><\/p>\n

Whence headlong leaps the oozy emerald frog. . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

And a black pupil in the green scum shows.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her the inhabiter of diverse places<\/span><\/p>\n

Surmising at all doors, I push them all.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, you that fearful of a creaking hinge<\/span><\/p>\n

Turn back forevermore with craven faces,<\/span><\/p>\n

I tell you Beauty bears an ultra fringe<\/span><\/p>\n

Unguessed of you upon her gossamer shawl!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeauty\u201d by Moonlight Mel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Listen to this spoken word poem <\/span>HERE<\/span><\/a>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe Tells Of The Perfect Beauty\u201d by William Butler Yeats<\/strong><\/p>\n

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

The poets labouring all their days<\/span><\/p>\n

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme<\/span><\/p>\n

Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze<\/span><\/p>\n

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:<\/span><\/p>\n

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew<\/span><\/p>\n

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Before the unlabouring stars and you.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo The Girl With The Beautiful Eyes\u201d by Matthew Holiday\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

To the girl with the beautiful eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

There is a beauty unbound within you<\/span><\/p>\n

A muse to my poetic verse<\/span><\/p>\n

A song inside the silence<\/span><\/p>\n

Something special as yet unearthed<\/span><\/p>\n

I see a warmth and loving soul<\/span><\/p>\n

I see a kindness and joy<\/span><\/p>\n

I see a friend and more beyond<\/span><\/p>\n

I see a love that stirs in dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

I see in your eyes my sweet<\/span><\/p>\n

Something special, inspiring<\/span><\/p>\n

So I offer this verse to you<\/span><\/p>\n

With love and a kindness<\/span><\/p>\n

To the girl with the beautiful eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart belongs to you<\/span><\/p>\n

The world holds so much beauty, and these are just a few of the great poems that touch on the beauty around us. For more writing about the many forms of beauty, check out our expansive library. CraveBooks has a large collection of best-selling books available, including many about beauty. <\/span>Click here<\/span><\/a> to create a free account.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Beauty comes in many forms, but one of the best ways to experience the vast beauty around us is through poetry.\u00a0 Poets transcribe their world\u2019s view onto paper, sharing perspectives on beauty we may never otherwise appreciate.\u00a0 Poetry about beauty delivers a strong emotional punch, pulling us to look deeper at everything around us.\u00a0 Today, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":16054,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[179],"tags":[219],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15673"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15673"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15673\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16761,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15673\/revisions\/16761"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/16054"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15673"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15673"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cravebooks.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15673"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}