In these poems about the forest, we will go through some beautiful verses and poems about the forest and wooded land. The forest is like a magical kingdom for trees and animals; green trees stand there like giants. The leaves on these trees protect us from the sun and rain.
The amazing thing about forests is how they change with the changing weather. In the spring, flowers bloom, and baby animals are born. During the summer, the forest is a green wonderland. In the autumn, the trees turn into a riot of colors, with leaves falling. In the winter, the forest gets covered in a blanket of soft, white snow.
We need to realize how cool and important forests are, just like our favorite storybook heroes. When we take care of the forests, we become superheroes too, helping the Earth stay healthy and happy.”. Forest poetry is all about the beauty of nature.
These verses tell us about the different creatures and animals that live in the forest. Poems about the forest invite us to imagine a place where the trees are alive and have interesting stories to tell us. We fall into a magical world when we go through these beautiful poems about the forest.
The Forest
The forest is the town of trees
Where they live quite at their ease,
With their neighbors at their side
Just as we in cities wide.
FORESTER
Ralph Waldo Emerson
He took the color of his vest
From rabbit’s coat or grouse’s breast;
For, as the wood-kinds lurk and hide,
So walks the woodman, unespied.
THE FAERY FOREST
By Sara Teasdale
The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.
Beneath the silken silence
The crystal branches slept,
And dreaming thro’ the dew-fall
The cold white blossoms wept.
The Creed of the Wood
By Katharine Lee Bates
A whiff of forest scent,
Balsam and fern,
Won from dreary mood
My heart’s return,
From its discontent,
Joy’s run-away,
To the sweet, wise wood
And the laughing day.
Simple as dew and gleam
Is the creed of the wood!
The Beautiful gave us life,
And life is good.
Be the world but a dream,
Let the world go shod
With peace, not strife,
For the Dreamer is God.
King Forest
King Forest is throned upon shadows,
His locks are wide-blown by the wind,
All fairies proclaim his dominion,—
His rule in no law is defined.
His words are the birds and the runlets,
His bed is the dream-woven sod;
How gladly we honor his scepter,
And bow to his blossomy rod!
And would you be one of his kingdom?
Cringe never, nor humble your knees.
But come with your lips tuned to singing,
And love in your heart for the trees.
To feel is the price of his favor.
How easy to fill his behest!
The tribute of courtier is silence.
The service of Minion is—rest.
Something About A Forest
Written by Sophia White, 18 years old; lives in the Appalachian Mountains in America
There’s just something about a forest
That makes the turbulent soul fall still
And listen to the mournful dirge
Of the solemn whippoorwill.
There’s just something about a forest
That makes closed eyes want to look
At the rippling, tippling kaleidoscope
Of the steady-flowing brook.
There’s just something about a forest
Then makes the angry gazes see
The regal and majestic might
Ot the ancient maple tree.
There’s just something about a forest
That makes the most stubborn will learn
To praise the bashful beauty
Of the pale green, newborn fern.
There’s just something about a forest
That awakens weary souls
With the fresh rejuvenation
That only a forest holds.
Wintergreen
By Amos Russel Wells
New England woods are softly fair,
And many marvels gather there—
The flaming hush the soaring pine,
The shining birch, the swinging vine;
But lord of all the varied scene
I rank the lowly wintergreen.Its glossy little leaves are found
Close creeping on the humble ground,
But all the sweetness of the wood,
Its fragrant quaintness firm and good,
Its charms that dazzle and enchant,
Are centred in the modest plant.Those thick and lustrous leaves contain
The essence of this dear domain,
Its flavor, kindly, pungent, keen,
The homely taste of wintergreen,
Its flower a Puritanic white,
Its berry scarlet for delight.How sturdily it lifts its head
And shows its glowing green and red!
How through the winter cold and hare
It still is fragrant, fresh, and fair,
And, like its own New England, knows
A grace that shines in deepest snows!
Natural Nature
Skyscraping trees tower over my head.
Loquacious birds
Fly from tree to tree
Occasionally,
I come out here surrounded by nature,
In the woods,
Where all is peaceful.
In a day,
All could disappear.
When workers and loggers come
To kill these trees
To make room for new houses
Or to make wood for building.
The only things they don’t realize
Are all the animals
Who are now without a home
Because of them.
Admiring the scenery,
I stay for a long time,
For it might not be there tomorrow.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Passion In The Forest
In a freer air the Two now walked
Hand in hand, of days they talked
By anguish rent and dying hopes,
The past thus sliding down its slopes.
In a forest clearing paused
The lovers for a breath of air,
A silence pregnant with the sun
For a moment hovered there.
The pair looked up to catch the breeze
Dancing in the leaves and trees,
Eyes on nature, hearts at ease,
Minds that every thought released
They turned, and sought each other’s lips
Wordless, quivering with the bliss
Of sudden passion, longing, love
Reflecting nature’s kiss above!
Taken swiftly by surprise
They clung to make a dream come true,
In bodies’ clasp to realise
The heavens, their lives renew
With promises of future times
Made greater with the moment’s rhyme
Of laughter in the real world
Upon which now their lives they hurled;
God had caught that moment rare
And to themselves His soul laid bare!
FAQS
For the tree will never hurt; I shall love it to the end; It shall have a dear, dear name: “My true and silent friend.”
Our Favorite Poems About Nature
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth.
Wild Pansy by Lisa Bellamy.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.
Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost.
What I Would Like To Grow in My Garden by Katherine Riegel.
My November Guest by Robert Frost.
In nature, nothing is perfect, and everything is perfect. …
Love not the shapely branch, nor place its image alone in your heart. …
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The word forest broadly describes an area that has a large number of trees.
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