Gardens Poems - Poems about Gardens

"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking....

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Alluring butterflies collectively dance enchantingly, finding gardens. Hummingbirds investigate jasmine, knowing luscious magnolia nectar offers precious quantity. Radiant sunshine tantalizes ursinia vibrant with xanthic yielding zest....

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(A lone voice whispers) In The Midnight Garden In-between worlds When the world sleeps In a strange place, I now know as Magadorne I see you Walking Dressed in expensive white lace With such grace Surrounded by celestial white butterflies Serenaded and summoned by the sound Of a lone mesmerising golden horn In an endless garden Of twinkling flowers Reborn As my soul pines For the smell of...

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In the nights when the moon weaves its silver web over the gardens of my blossomed longing, I await you, beloved, like a rain of stars in a desert of burning solitude, Come with the balm of your love, divine nectar for my soul, thirsty for affection, To embrace my being in your arms, an unyielding fortress against...

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Poem (The bird in a cage) Listen to my story of how I forgot The days of freedom and nights I would fly with open wings And fellow birds through woods in sprite Hither and thither, fluttering Over gardens, mountain and trees And listening to sweet songs Of nearby birds, flying bees Unfortunately those cruel trapped...

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In the garden where the shadows play, Beneath the sun's warm, golden ray, The flowers dance in the colours bright, Whispering secrets, pure delight. A gentle breeze begins to sigh, As birds take wing and soar on high, The trees stand tall, there leaves a-glow. In the nature's arms, times seem to flow. At dusk, the stars begin to gleam, And night unfolds like...

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Those glorious walks in the gardens path Looking through vivid mirrors I peek - Do I see A halo or effect Pondering at the window pane, I see A birds bath I wash my sorrows in life in the thick My space I keep me cleansed in fact Soul in my heart! Where do I start? Deeply Devoted, I view hue of...

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At the window pane, blinded I ponder in the autumn domain of breeze Trees beauteous of color in brilliant hue I capture it in my eyes, yes those beautiful trees Thoughts in my head transpire I seek heavens close to me in the skies A halo effect of the angels in bloom It's a picture perfect element if one tries I open...

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The slum that birthed me, Is where love and loss huddle close, side by side, Shanty houses crowded, wall to wall, Yet love’s essence bloomed, unyielding and clear, Tin roofs, mud walls, unpaved streets, filth embellished in disarray, In that savage realm, where Violence law, and Deceit lingered, a norm, Shouldered my fears and nurtured my hopes breathing purpose into existence, That...

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Life...... ...

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Amidst the hushed whispers of a fading day I wander, lost, through paths rosy poised thorns Seeking solace in the floras sweet newly buds Rose petals scattered, viscera of spite Petals that once adorned the beauty's scorn Now wither, like the nigh memories we cling To the fleeting moments of sugar cloy In darkness, chanting mantra...

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Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors Ivory Impatients inject inspiration to the expiring Jumping Jack O'Lanterns jam...

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The wind sang The bird, He said he spoke in chirps The chime rang Nine thirty, Invoking church He grinned and in slang, He softly spoke his favoured verse “He said bang,” Declared the word “And there’ll be a cry from the wayward Perch.” Find me by the gardens, The flowers follow the suns guidance. Poems of complete jargon, The power...

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If you do not crow about your gardens, who else will? This was stated firmly by my favorite faerie, Millie Mill. She was feeding her garden fertilizer one drop at a time Growing tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, mint, and thyme Her zucchini is tasty, her red strawberries are sweet Her carrots are orange and crunchy, her sunflowers cannot be beat She gives...

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faeries create their own gardens in Liberty Loo inventing flowers others cannot visualize bringing their own hot pink fuchsia bugs too constructing produce only they could fantasize if you are lucky enough to get an invite to one please ask if you can add a plus one for me I have heard that Liberty Loo gardens are really fun They even have...

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