Gardens Poems - Poems about Gardens

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....Read the rest...

(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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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,...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

Dirt under my nails grass stains on my overalls— Flowers on my mind ...Read the rest...