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Step into the beauty of nature with our collection of poems inspired by the natural world. From the majesty of mountains and the tranquility of oceans, to the colors of autumn leaves and the sweet fragrance of flowers, these poems capture the essence of the world around us. Immerse yourself in the vivid imagery and poetic language that brings nature to life on the page. Whether you're a nature lover or simply seeking inspiration, these poems will transport you to a world of wonder and awe. So come and explore the natural world through the eyes of our poets and experience the beauty of nature in a whole new way.

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God's Garden — Robert Frost	God made a beatous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought...	1,362 views Rate it
How happy is the little Stone — Emily Dickinson	How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears— Whose Coat of elemental Brown A...	1,362 views Rate it
With Rue My Heart Is Laden — Alfred Edward Housman	With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot...	1,362 views Rate it
Untitled — William Wordsworth	My heart leaps up when I behold 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...	1,329 views Rate it
Duino Elegies: The First Elegy — Rainer Maria Rilke	Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the...	1,323 views Rate it
The Day Of Doom — Michael Wigglesworth	Still was the night, Serene & Bright, when all Men sleeping lay; Calm was the season, & carnal reason thought so 'twould last for ay. Soul, take thine...	1,321 views Rate it
The Blessed Damozel — Dante Gabriel Rossetti	The blessed damozel lean'd out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters still'd at even; She...	1,321 views Rate it
The Swan — Rainer Maria Rilke	This laboring of ours with all that remains undone, as if still bound to it, is like the lumbering gait of the...	1,318 views Rate it
Solomonic Influence in Shakespeare’s Work — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Life is a tall tale. Full of sound, raging fury. It is vanity. Acts of vanity. Vanity of vanities. All is vanity. Two philosophers. Both...	1,315 views Rate it
Nature, the gentlest mother, — Emily Dickinson	Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition...	1,315 views Rate it
Ruth — William Wordsworth	When Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over...	1,312 views Rate it
Each life converges to some centre — Emily Dickinson	Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A...	1,308 views Rate it
The Alienist and the Patient — Karl Constantine FOLKES	The Complementary Function of Dreams: A Preface “The general function of dreams is to try to restore our psychological balance by producing dream...	1,306 views Rate it
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) — William Shakespeare	Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all...	1,305 views Rate it
A Carcass — Charles Baudelaire	Remember, my love, the object we saw That beautiful morning in June: By a bend in the path a carcass reclined On a bed sown with pebbles and stones; ...	1,299 views Rate it
We Are the Music-Makers — Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy	We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and...	1,293 views Rate it
Common Cold — Ogden Nash	Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy...	1,290 views Rate it
Best Society — Philip Larkin	When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, it lay at hand, Not specially...	1,289 views Rate it
How I Go to the Woods — Mary Oliver	Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to...	1,283 views Rate it
Waiting — John Burroughs	Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to...	1,281 views Rate it
Memory — William Wordsworth	A pen--to register; a key-- That winds through secret wards Are well assigned to Memory By allegoric...	1,276 views Rate it
One Thousand On The Road — John M. Broadhead	I watched one thousand people walk along a darkened road – A road which, leading nowhere, passed nearby my poor abode. All steady and without a sound...	1,273 views Rate it
The Glory of the Garden — Rudyard Kipling	Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks...	1,272 views Rate it
Rain in Summer — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the...	1,260 views Rate it
Circe — Augusta Davies Webster	The sun drops luridly into the west; darkness has raised her arms to draw him down before the time, not waiting as of wont till he has come to her...	1,242 views Rate it