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13+ Relaxing Poems About The Natural Wild Forest

Last Updated: November 14, 2022

The natural wild forest can be a place of solace and relaxation. The poems in this post capture the beauty and peace of spending time in nature. Whether you’re looking for a poem to read before your next hike or simply want to reflect on the natural world, these poems are sure to transport you away from your everyday life. So curl up with a cup of tea, sit by a window overlooking nature, and enjoy these relaxing poems about the wild forest.

1. Forest Music by Hannah F. Gould

There’s a sad loneliness about my heart,—
A deep, deep solitude the spirit feels
Amid this multitude. The things of art
Pall on the senses—from its pageantry,
Loathing, my eye turns off; and my ear shrinks
From the harsh dissonance that fills the air.

My soul is growing sick—I will away
And gather balm from a sweet forest walk!
There, as the breezes through the branches sweep,
Is heard aerial minstrelsy, like harps
Untouched, unseen, that on the spirit’s ear
Pour out their numbers till they lull to peace
The tumult of the bosom. There’s a voice
Of music in the rustling of the leaves;
And the green boughs are hung with living lutes,
Whose strings will only vibrate to his hand
Who made them, while they sound his untaught praise!

The whole wild wood is one vast instrument
Of thousand, thousand keys; and all its notes
Come in sweet harmony, while Nature plays
To celebrate the presence of her God!

2. Autumn Woods by William C. Bryant

     Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
     Have put their glory on.

     The mountains that infold,
In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round,
Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,
     That guard the enchanted ground.

     I roam the woods that crown
The upland, where the mingled splendours glow,
Where the gay company of trees look down
     On the green fields below.

     My steps are not alone
In these bright walks; the sweet south-west, at play,
Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown
     Along the winding way.

     And far in heaven, the while,
The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,
Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile,–
     The sweetest of the year.

     Where now the solemn shade,
Verdure and gloom where many branches meet;
So grateful, when the noon of summer made
     The valleys sick with heat?

     Let in through all the trees
Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright?
Their sunny-coloured foliage, in the breeze,
     Twinkles, like beams of light.

     The rivulet, late unseen,
Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run,
Shines with the image of its golden screen,
     And glimmerings of the sun.

     But ‘neath yon crimson tree,
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
     Her blush of maiden shame.

     Oh, Autumn! why so soon
Depart the hues that make thy forests glad;
Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon,
     And leave thee wild and sad!

     Ah! ’twere a lot too blessed
For ever in thy coloured shades to stray;
Amid the kisses of the soft south-west
     To rove and dream for aye;

     And leave the vain low strife
That makes men mad–the tug for wealth and power,
The passions and the cares that wither life,
     And waste its little hour.

3. Woodland Rain by Bliss Carman

Shining, shining children
Of the summer rain,
Racing down the valley,
Sweeping o’er the plain!

Rushing through the forest,
Pelting on the leaves,
Drenching down the meadow
With its standing sheaves;

Robed in royal silver,
Girt with jewels gay,
With a gust of gladness
You pass upon your way.

Fresh, ah, fresh behind you,
Sunlit and impearled,
As it was in Eden,
Lies the lovely world!

4. Forest Song by William H. Venable

A song for the beautiful trees!
A song for the forest grand,
The Garden of God’s own hand,
The pride of His centuries.
Hurrah! for the kingly oak,
For the maple, the sylvan queen,
For the lords of the emerald cloak,
For the ladies in golden green.

For the beautiful trees a song!
The peers of a glorious realm,
The linden, the ash, and the elm,
The poplar stately and strong,—
For the birch and the hemlock trim,
For the hickory staunch at core,
For the locust thorny and grim,
For the silvery sycamore.

A song for the palm,—the pine,
And for every tree that grows,
From the desolate zone of snows
To the zone of the burning line;
Hurrah! for the warders proud
Of the mountainside and the vale,
That challenge the thunder-cloud
And buffet the stormy gale.

A song for the forest, aisled,
With its Gothic roof sublime,
The solemn temple of Time,
Where man becometh a child,
As he listens the anthem-roll
Of the voiceful winds that call,
In the solitude of his soul,
On the name of the All-in-All.

So long as the rivers flow,
So long as the mountains rise,
May the foliage drink of the skies;
And shelter the flowers below;
Hurrah! for the beautiful trees!
Hurrah! for the forest grand,
The pride of His centuries,
The Garden of God’s own hand.

5. The Comfort of the Woods by Amos Russel Wells

I understand my comrades of the woods,
And they know me completely. Not an oak
But is my brother, strong, reserved, sincere.
Along the happy, peaceful forest ways
That wind so intimately through the trees
I hold a calm communion with my friends,
The pines and gentle birches. Day by day
Insensibly the bond is closer drawn
With beckonings of branches, waftitures
Of subtle fragrance, melodies of birds,
Flickers of sunlight on the level leaves,
A thousand sweet enchantments pure and good.

6. The Heart O’ The Woods by John Burroughs

I hear it beat in morning still
When April skies have lost their gloom,
And through the woods there runs a thrill
That wakes arbutus into bloom.

I hear it throb in sprouting May —
A muffled murmur on the breeze,
Like mellow thunder leagues away,
Or booming voice of distant seas.

Or when the autumn leaves are shed,
And frosts attend the fading year,
Like secret mine sprung by my tread
A covey bursts from hiding near.

I feel its pulse ‘mid winter snows,
And feel my own with added force,
When partridge drops his cautious pose,
And forward takes his humming course.

The startled birches shake their curls,
A withered leaf leaps in the breeze;
Some hidden mortar speaks, and hurls
Its feathered missile through the trees.

Compact of life, of fervent wing,
A dynamo of feathered power,
Thy drum is music in the spring,
Thy flight is music every hour.

7. Woods in Winter by Henry W. Longfellow

When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.

O’er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.

Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.

Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river’s gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater’s iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.

Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.

8. Learn To Love Forest by Norbu Dorji

Forest is a home of wild species,
Source of hydro power generation,
Beauty to attract hard currency,
Back born of country’s economic.

Forest is a gift of nature,
Is a common wealth,
Everyone has equal right to use,
With equal responsible to love and care for sustainability.

Forest is place of peace,
And recreational area where,
People go for trekking in holidays,
To enjoy scenario and to feel fresh air.

Forest is a warmth in winter,
Cooling factor in summer,
Resilience to climate change,
So learn to love forest.

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9. A Forest without Trees by Marilyn Lott

There were no trees in the forest
But you know, they were not missed
I know that’s hard to understand
It can’t be a forest, you’ll insist

But you see, it’s a petrified forest
With only desert vegetation
Yes, to see a normal forest
You have to use you imagination

Lovely flowers you will see
Miles and miles across the land
It has its own beauty amazingly
Visitors think that it’s quite grand

The buildings too are unique
I’m sure you would be amazed
The structure is made of adobe
Folks just simply gaze and gaze

It’s so fun to experience the unusual
Out in nature with the birds and bees
You can go where I went and enjoy
A forest without trees!

10. The Old Forest by Anonymous

One fine day, while idly straying,
Came I to an ancient wood,
Where the trees were fast decaying,
In their realms of solitude.
Mystic cypresses were stooping,
Dimly in the weird-like gloom;
Shadowy boughs were lowly drooping,
Like the willows o’er a tomb.

Lofty pines and oaks primeval,
Upward high their branches bore;
Rugged yews that seemed coeval
With the “saintly days of yore,”
Stood in solemn silence, saying
Rustling leaves that fluttered low
On the dark boughs dimly waving
O’er their sepulchres below.

Long I wandered ’till the slanting
Sunbeams bathed in misty gold,
The forest and a scene enchanting
To my vision did unfold.
Streaming richly through the pendant
Spray that waved in motley-green;
Lighting up each nook resplendent,
‘Till it looked a magic scene.

Long I gazed with admiration
On the woodland thus arrayed,
Changing in its transformation
Glorious tints of light and shade.
Twilight shadows gathered round me,
Still I lingered in the wood,
Chained by beauty’s spell that bound me
To its peaceful solitude.

Shadows deepened into sable
Hues that haunt the rayless night;
Scarcely longer was I able
To discern a ray of light:
Till at last the wild charm spurning,
As the night still darker grew,
Homeward then my footsteps turning,
To the forest bade adieu.

11. In The Forest by Oscar Wilde

Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!

12. The Dark Forest by Edward Thomas

Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though since they were sown was bred
Anything more bright.

And evermore mighty multitudes ride
About, nor enter in;
Of the other multitudes that dwell inside
Never yet was one seen.

The forest foxglove is purple, the marguerite
Outside is gold and white,
Nor can those that pluck either blossom greet
The others, day or night.

13. The Dark Forest Night by Jose Lu

Time moves.
When the sun is swallowed by the darkness over the sky..
And the sky is as red as blood, washed the horizon with shadows of black..
The sky cackled, the birds flying trough,
Aware of the darkness that chasing them.back to the nest in the mountains.

A moon appeared, floating and dangling,
As white as a ghostly face as it appears.

Stars sparkling, scattered
They’ve moved away from the moon, scared from the shine…

Woods creaked, the sounds of forest was heard
A hoots and whisper’s in the darkness
Eyes lurking, many moves appeared behind the bushes.
Hunting, beasts wandering, crouching, waiting in the shadows..

The grass is swaying, they wondered as they’re laying, waiting…

A river sound at distant, luring guests with surprise at water’s edge…

A shadow in the grass, as they crackled, a man walking trough the dark…

Seeking trough, wander..
To living the life,
To meet the night
A night with a symphony, singing the dreams and nightmares….

The shadow swallowed by the forest, trough the bushes and grass..

To the forest, greeted by the dark shadows in the night..

The steps faded..eerie, evil winds brushing through the leaves..

Howls was heard at the heart of forest, distant was a scream and a splash….

Time moves on, there’s nothing to heard

Silence at the forest, haunted the night away..

Silence, silence, passed trough the night

Final thoughts

Although the natural world is changing, and sometimes it feels like we are losing these pieces of history, it’s important to remember that nature will always be there for us. These poems about the forest are a reminder of our connection to the natural world, and they offer hope for the future. We can all help protect these forests by doing our part to reduce our impact on the environment. What poem spoke to you most? Why?

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