Love Poems About Garden or Garden Love Poems

Garden love poems and/or love poems about Garden. Read, share, and enjoy these Garden love poems! Also, try our sister website's powerful search engine for poems.

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: garden, love, rose, sweet,

Wild Love

The blackberry's love for the garden rose
Brought down the gardener's wrath.
The blackberry sensed the danger
As he wended the garden path.

" A love so true as mine", he sighed,
"Must dare to brave the hoe.
Just a few more feet to reach her,
My true love she must know."

He crept along so quietly,
Sometimes quite out of sight
Until he nudged his darling's feet.
Did he dare to trust the light?

He heard the gardener's heavy boot
And hid in craven shame.
He knew he'd soon be weeded out,
A seedling with no name.

"Have I no worth since I don't rate
Some Latin nomenclature?
Without a well known parentage
Am I a freak of nature?

His darling's line was long and pure,
No skeletons in her past.
He had to make his feelings known.
Those boots were treading fast.

Gently then he wrapped his vine
Around his loved one's spine.
In great amazement he opined,
"Her thorns are sharp as mine".

The sweet rose felt his tender touch
And realized his fear
And wondered at his bravery
In coming to her here.

She heard the swishing of the hoe,
She heard those nearing feet.
Quietly letting down her leaves 
In a manner so discreet

She covered her wild lover.
The gardener unaware,
Stopped but to view her beauty.
He saw naught hiding there.

She whispered, "You are safe now".
The blackberry's heart was light,
Thankful that his dear sweet rose
Had not exposed his plight.

"A rose is still a rose." she said,
"By any other name
And in our distant ancestry,
We share some of the same".

"I'd rather know your wild love,
Than a love that's dull and tame,"
Cuddling close, returned his kiss
Without a bit of shame.

Next season there were seedlings
Of a very different kind.
The gardener delighted, cried
"A horticultural find."

The moral of this story?
Things aren't always what they seem.
The love you look down on today,
Could be tomorrow's dream.




Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, garden, imagery, introspection, rain,

The Sands of Love

Two statues of stone
On pedestals in the park
One male
One female
White objects of a perfections beauty
Yet they stood erect and alone
When the rain fell
This was their tears
The stared at each other with longing
The trees grew tall
Season by season the flowers bloomed
Two statues standing erect in the prison of life's hold

A poet walked in the park
Glancing at lovers, kisses at dusk
He stared at the statues above his head
He knew, with dread, the loneliness of stone maidens
He waited for the park to become enclosed in the twilight
With toil and sweat he did succeed on his lark
Pushing the statues close rather than apart
As one statue danced and the other one sang
They kissed the sweetness of night and felt the tears of joy
All because a poet
Wished them a lovers embrace
He knew them like they were his children
For here he was as well
A statue
In love


Poem Details | by Alexis Y. |
Categories: love,

MY GARDEN

My love come and partake of my garden
My heart is in full bloom with love for you 
Shower me with kisses like morning dew
This love i have will not fade nor harden

Please come caress each petal with your touch
Before we met my garden was empty 
It was filled with many thorns and was lonely 
My darling I needed your care so much

Darling you're the gardener of my dreams
You tend to each flower with so much love
You are a precious gift from up above
We're the perfect match and make a good team

Your love is so comforting, you don't push or shove
You are my shooting star and my moon beam


11-25-16
Alexis Y.


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: adventure, crazy, cute love, fun, garden, grandchild, grandmother,

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree

You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and again -
to breathe deep that fragrance
rich with pheromone nostalgia
just like Grammy Georgina used too do

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

I can still see her now, in her glory days,
with lovely lemon locks soaking up the summer sun,
rooted in that old-fashioned train of mind:
You don't stop your work until it's done!

(but a walking contradiction, just like her grandson,
..rose to her nose like ruby rebellion)

the tree doesn't grow solely from the ground

Water's an important player too,
especially from grandma's showering can

(laughing tears the shade of crystalline blue)

Course you can't forget those lifetime lessons either,
from dear ole Georgie, speaking with a sunny kind of seriousness,
about the importance of patience,
the fruitfulness of labor,
plucking up the surviving winters' courageous cucumbers,
blushing beets

the ground isn't just a place for our feet

Cause with her and I, we incinerate the stereotype:
young blood reflecting on infinity,
old knees dancing like she's got chipper chipmunks
for toes     giggles in the background like a photobomb
to the expected chapel silence

(it's not all peaches and cream though,
sometimes we get violent)

Orange slush, flying miles behind us,
at times getting grazed in the face
by nature's food fight

our feet between the squish squish of the crab apple

We were two peas, if you please, in a curious pod,
like a whimsical joke from a laughing God:
Me, the champion of her scallions,
the guardian of her garden,
leaving all sensibility befuddled
with an, "I beg your pardon?"

I wonder if she knew then the gravity of the situation,
watching mama scream bloody murder,
as I came into this world..

..was she scratching her head, lips curled, in questioning amazement,
just like Newton must have been, when developing his theory?
What d'you suppose they both were thinking?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree..



Written March 27, 2016
For the Cliche Contest Hosted by Silent One


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, garden, love,

Lady of Tears

A statue of grey cold stone
Standing resolute in a garden of young lovers
Strolling arm in arm as young lovers do
She is the Lady of Tears from a place called
Yesterday

As lovers stroll among the springtime lilies
Gazing up to a weathered bust
They think only of future loves
New songs and new hopes
No time for Yesterday

In the silence of the night
It is said the Lady of Tears can be heard
Singing sadly of her longings
Her lover is buried underneath, as she whispers
Yesterday 

Who of you would ever guess?
A lady built of weathered stone
Had a heart so warm and sweet
Her life a fairy tale fable
An angel of yesterday

If I could caress her face
In the night, her tears I would sweep
Away from the miseries long since dead
I had a dream, we embraced forever
I whom lies beneath, in yesterday’s tomb

A lonely white dove makes her nest
In the arms of this statue
The doves knows behind the bleakness of grey
Is the Lady of Tears
Guarding her lover buried underneath

Tall and proud, a Nordic beauty cast in stone
All around, they do not see
As birds and flowers sing of our song
We are together at last
Yesterday no more


Poem Details | by Anne-Marie Coreggia |
Categories: heart, love,

The Secret Garden

   
The Secret Garden Deep from the seeds of love planted long ago a secret garden we’ve grown but left alone the key buried in you heart no longer opens the door. (0:36) Apart we’ll live in dreams, drifting forever within the garden I’ll be, but release the flowers that they may bloom again that the garden may sing again. (1:07) Open the door and let the music flow open the door to the hills and the moors open the door let the children’s laughter ripple through the heather and heal your aching heart. (1:38) And if you no longer hear my heart calling yours know still I never stand alone for here a part of you has forever become a part of me that sows your love. (2:10) Open the door and let the music flow open the door to the hills and the moors open the door let the children’s laughter ripple through the heather and heal your aching heart. And if you no longer hear my heart calling yours know still I never stand alone for here a part of you has forever become a part of me that grows alone part of me that grows alone


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, feelings, for her, garden, girl, happy, heart, how i feel, joy, kiss, love, music, poetry, relationship, river, romance, romantic, rose, simile, sky, write,

Love in my veins

Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.


Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: love,

OLD GARDEN SWING - Poets Lyric Man and Seren

OLD GARDEN SWING 


Oh, recollection is 
such a powerful thing 
I think of us together 
on this old garden swing 

Our love was birthed 
when we first danced 
You were my music 
we were so entranced 

That first touch 
and we couldn't let go 
It wasn't intentional 
but we put on a show 

Music slowed down 
and you held me tight 
When you leaned in to kiss me 
I didn't fight 

Saw it in your blue eyes 
mine were thinking it too 
A private dance would be nice 
Yeah, just me and you 

The summer was hot 
the temperature high 
Inhibitions gave way 
we danced in the sky 

Then autumn came 
and things got cold 
We tried so hard 
but our love couldn't hold 

You packed your bags 
but left me memories 
The good and the bad 
those sweet miseries 

Now Spring has arrived 
got this letter from you 
I'm on my old garden swing 
..wondering what I'll do 

Date: 8-20-14 
Poets: Seren & Lyric Man


Poem Details | by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: happiness, life, loss, love, flower, flower, garden, me,

Memories Of Grandma

I am reminded of..the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of..the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of..me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of..The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of..sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of..The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of..the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded of...how much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner


Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: father, god, jesus, life, love, pain, light, garden, light, love,

I Recieved what I Prayed For

"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"
Sorrow's pain and tears, wased AWAY
In His Blood: "His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding me, God's LOVE So Pure, mankind never severs
 
In His Blood "His Precious Blood"
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
His Light Shimmers, Glows; with Father God's Glory
Surrounding me, God's LOVE so PURE, mankind never severs
Thru the Garden of Eternity as a seedling becomes a bud
 
Following my Savior, My Rose of Sharon; My GOD
GOD'S Light Shimmers, Glows : with HIS Glory 
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
Songs, Hymns of Praise, Proverbs, and Psalms, tell His story
Thru the Garden of Forever, My Infinite Soul, Shall trod
 
I Kneel before JESUS, Singing Praises of LOVE
He Dies, He Lives again, and walks with me to my Salvation
God in His LOVING Mercy, Embraces my Heart and Soul
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
As Dreams of Youth Explain Love's Revelation
 
Sorrow's pain and Tears, washed AWAY
In His Blood, " His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding Mankind : GOD's Light of Pure LOVE
"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, day, dedication, desire, devotion, feelings, first love, for her, garden, girl, god, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, i love you, light, love, miracle, moon, morning, night, paradise, poetry, power, red, romance, romantic, rose, sky, smile, storm, summer, sun, truth, uplifting, wisdom, woman,

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Poem Details | by David Smalling |
Categories: happiness, hope, loveme, beauty, beauty, earth, garden, love, me, morning, rainbow,

Ode to Joy

Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the nectar of flesh, May's
Brightest bloom in the garden of gladness
The purest form of earth's bare loveliness.
To you, O joy, O let me sing
Let me tell of love first coming.

Cho.
Awake the woodland choir for my song
Awake the primal hour of spring's soft throng
Awake the lark not yet on wing
Awake the world, an anthem bring
Of praise, of praise to beauty, praise
To the sweet rainbow of our days

Sweet fragments make the rainbow bloom aloft
Light splintered is yet in beauty so soft
And whole, the healing balm of my parched soul
Each little wonder a stair a bright stair
A garden of glory on heaven's scroll
I climb to suck the breast of worship here
I seek your worth and find God there
Uplifting me from mortal care

Inside the tabernacle of the soul
Wild and dusty, the dry harmattans roll
And every tender tree gasping for rain
Beheld sapphire arid sky and pray in vain
The pearly cumulus would sable turn
Where on the eye pivots the graceful tern
And then so suddenly you came
The phoenix of another name

Too deaf the deft pianist fingers toll
His litany your virtue to extol
You the image's bone transformed, transcend
All that desire loves and love declares right
Eden's broken wings yet make praise ascend
As prayers in the fluid light, a flight
Of rapture, leaving silent stars
And earth's tumult to jealous wars

Nothing but you, and you alone exist
O sacred symphony of heaven's bliss
And all earth shambles fore you fall again
To rise in your glory a better tale
The joy of beggining the end of pain
Lighthouse eternal, love that cannot fail
Sweet still the night aglow parades
Yet star like flowers morning fades  

Morning melted into mist, grass perspired
In the cool, leaves transpired droplets of bliss
The rainbow my thoughts like heaven attired
Beauty its providence hasten to kiss
Time had divinity at its leafed door
And seas and rivers in long triumph roar
The rhythm of earth so to begin
To break the carnal rule of sin.


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love,

Garden Scented Poetry



you looked directly at me with 
bright blueberry blue eyes
adorned with a sincere singular smile 

freshly planted baby droplets of dew bloomed
filling the air in a most unique bouquet 

your elegance scented the sprawling outdoors  
in a spring flower eau de cologne  
i exhaled a happy sigh 
proclaiming 'i have arrived'

shy as i am...i blushed 

my face went from a velvet peach tone
to a childlike jujube red

i knew i was in love
not another flower would i ever pick

still 
all that is you 
lines our bed
each and every petal 


Mar10 2016
armand 



Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: flower, happy, love, romantic, wedding,

GRAND GARDEN WEDDING

Cherry blossoms stargaze as spring air comes; East and west cross at Bells of Ireland: warm and calm; Welling slowly to cede: tender sage thoughts, Upon two hearts link, after hundreds of sought and fought. Cathedral posts accent with ribbons of violets. Congregate white orchids grin alongside the aisles, Roseband sings tunes: forget-me-not to highest. Wearing her lavender gown,Heather walks with smiles; Clasp in her hands,tulip bouquet, guests she stun Her Lilac in tuxedo waits: eyes locked tight in knot Gentleness bestow from heavens, ever won Their iris fuse glued; love radiating allot Matching band's inscription: embroidered golden rings Baby's breath, a grand wish soon very soon, will spring.
NOTE: All bold words are different flowers.:) I always love flowersI am always fascinated of their beauty and charm but more than these I am inspired by them: philosophically and emotionally as well.:D (c) Olive Eloisa 11:45pm June 24, 2014 Sponsor Cyndi MacMillan Contest Name GARDEN PARTY: VERB-alized NOUN-sense with FLORAL ACCENTS placed 2nd place.:) to God be the greatest glory :)


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: angel, garden, imagery, love,

Turning Pages to Paradise

Cast upon a book
Her angel eyes
Within her mind
This beauty flies

She's not restrained
By earthly woes
Within her mind
Imagery flows

In this garden
Beneath morning star
Wings to paradise
She travels so far

Look of serenity
Yet inside there's heat
On passionate pages
Her heart skips a beat

A sweet knowing smile
Spreads across her face
Imagining strong hands
Removing her lace

He wrote her this book
For their wedding day
Joined in the garden
Paradise starts today


Isaiaha Zerbst's "Poem in Paradise Contest"


Poem Details | by Jackie Bosworth |
Categories: inspirational, life, lost love, love, philosophyme, winter, autumn, me, winter,

The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Poem Details | by Frederic Parker |
Categories: love,

Garden Party

The white table cloth moved, from the night breeze
as the last candle had just been lit
There is wine, red roses, purple orchids and cheese
The night's soft, the fragrant flowers give pause to submit
To glean the depths in eyes between the flickering flame
and reach for love across the table with open hand
To capture a smile a rose an orchid within the frame
and find I've stumbled into a world you command
The sounds of laughter fills the open space
as the moon moves within the sky
We raise a glass to the melting candle's trace
and kiss the softest lips to verify

The evening's breeze lifts the fragrance from the flowers
With intoxication that accomodates the hours


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: garden, love,

Your Garden

Who would have known,
that such beautiful flowers,
could grow from a place darkness?
Yet these flowers sprouted out of your pain and suffering.

I walk breathlessly through your garden,
inhaling the heady aroma.
I listen to words spoken,
feeling the gentle touch tickle my ears.
When I see the color of your dreams, 
my heart celebrates your magnificence.
My rejuvinated spirit rises with your scent,
Still I am securely tethered by your roots.
You cradle me in delicate petals,
giving security to my soul.

I lay down upon your soil,
listening to your flowers whispering.
Your moisture,
soaks into my skin.
Your essence lives within my pores.
There is a rhythm,
for you are organic,
ever changing,
subtle and bold.
You are both serene and demanding!

I am constantly surprised,
as you transform before my eyes.
You are my oasis of softness.
You are my place of comfort and renewal.
The rebirth of my joy,
a safe haven beyond life's storms.
Yours is a magical Garden,
blooming in all seasons.

I will tend to your garden,
removing the weeds,
watering and nurturing your seeds.
Let me luxuriate in your soil,
for I long to be your source of light.
Let me filter through your atmosphere.
For should I live a million years
Not once would I ever wish,
to leave your garden.

Dedicated to my Sweetie


Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: lost love

Kissing in the Garden

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" 
                                           John Ruskin, 1853 


We strolled through the formal gardens, 
hand in hand, warm in the rare March heat, 
taking in the sights, sounds and smells:
flowing fountains full of fish, 
twisted and entwined topiary trees, 
showy flowers with such heady scents,
Grecian statues and urns.

Ignoring the crowds, I turned to you 
and kissed your smiling lips.
Our kisses growing more 
and more passionate,
I suddenly remembered we were in public.
An old woman was scowling 
as I stroked your long dark hair.
We held on to one another
and I told you I loved you

Alas, our love didn’t last,
but those memories are still precious.
Sometimes, I revisit the gardens in my mind
and kiss your smiling lips again.


Jack Horne, 23rd June,
written for Constance’s All The Little Pieces


Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: garden, love, lust, passion,

In My Garden

In My Garden


Fire burning in my soul
churning with the growing old
longing for your lips so fine.
Flowers hang from tender vines
in my garden?

I’ve learned the way to find the love
you may have never known
in valleys of surrender
filled with quiet you’ll remember
in my garden.

Lustful desire is all abloom
as I sing my siren's tune.
But to hear this song I've sung
you must not hesitate to come
in my garden.

Baby, sweetheart, honeypie
let me lick away the cry
and take you to the other side
where we can bide and softly glide
in my garden.

A deep, fond ecstasy is there
for both of us to equally share
two people breathing night's sweet air
with moments of pleasure truly rare
in my garden

9/20/17


Poem Details | by John Rhinem |
Categories: hope, life, love, beautiful, beautiful, garden, love,

In The Garden Of Her Eternal Love

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Slowly sliding her velvet lips apart, to enjoy the sweetness of her delicate treasure

And tender is the night, inside of her beautiful eyes; timeless, hearts entwined....

Soft these fingertips, unfolding the beauty of a flowers fragrant petals; moistened

Dew drops dripping from the vine; amid a garden of pink roses; her love sublime

Lingering, within dreams whispering into my soul; visions beyound the blue skies

Betwixt the breath of life; transcending these tangible tides; to her twinkling light....

Immersed in the soil rich; tilled by the hands of her love; and tender is the night

Inside of her beautiful eyes; her velvet lips; soft these fingertips; hearts entwined

Pink roses in dew drops, dripping from the vines; fragrant petals whispering dreams

Timeless transcending visions beyound the tangible skies; this breath left lingering....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....Amid the garden of, her eternal love *


Poem Details | by Sharon Fallis |
Categories: art, friendship, love, passion,

My Garden poem

In the garden of poems percieved,
my dreams are plucked from ideals.
Placed on the pages of creative seeds,
where friends meet to read and spiel.

Watered images grown very tall,
patterned to my bidden ages.
The dreams for sages large and small,
paid down and read from silvered pages.

Growing in rows this, my trite recall,
I've shared my innermost feelings of heart.
An articled discourse written for all,
portrayed my own passionate song of art.

Breathing the aroma of those vented pearls,
more tender than a romantic rendition.
When transplanted these dreamed of deeds,
found perusing among poetical fountains.


Poem Details | by Wren Rushing |
Categories: beauty, care, flower, garden, love,

True Love

The little old lady puts on her gloves and her hat, walks out to her garden, with her little black cat She speaks to the plants as though they could hear, the cat just stares at the lady and meows, poor dear She prunes and she primps each flower with care, the flowers respond with beauty so fair She waters and weeds in all of their beds, and all of this work, a complaint never said. She waits and she waits for her flowers to bloom, she would grow more, if she just had the room. And finally one morning, the roses she loved, open their wings like a beautiful dove. She cut one at the stem, and held to her lips, and kissed the soft pedals, while a tear gently slipped The little black cat thought to himself, why does a rose get so much love, and not something more fitting, like an old lady's glove? 10/26/18


Poem Details | by Vanessa Ponce |
Categories: love, garden, love,

Book of Stars

In a summer's noon of night
In search of vastness height
A love affair began through the hourglass
While a shooting star shall pass
We wished for innocence again
As we breathed our inner zen
Embracing under the velvet sky
Above the garden that we lie
His sweetness upon my face
I doubt I shall erase
The rolling tide of summer breeze
In a simple kiss of please
His hands perish upon me
Opens his eyes for me to see
Entering our garden of Eden
Our sanctuary to the end
In our hand you shall find
A love affair so tightly kind
In a serenity not so far
But only in our book of stars.


Poem Details | by Janet Bingham |
Categories: beauty, encouraging, happiness, hope, inspirational, joy, relationship,

Love Is Like An Untouched Garden

THE UNTOUCHED GARDEN

Love is like an untouched garden.
It doesn't seem to have much value
           when at first you get it,
           but its value increases
           the longer you keep it.
               If you are willing to
                       tend it,
                      water it,
                     fertilize it,
                     work with it,
                     suffer with it,
                     plow its field,
                    plant the seed,
                         believe,
        one day, from your persistence,
             tiny flowers will bloom.
    With hard work, you can accomplish
                     anything.
   However, if you want to keep love,
   or a garden, in the same worthwhile state
                  you first intended,
        you must be willing to care for it
            with the same loving hands
                   that first created it,
                 or it will wither and die
                and so will a part of you.

                   Janet Marie Bingham


Poem Details | by J. I. Thomas F. |
Categories: beauty, garden, lost love, memory,

Loss of the Golden Flower

It was now several years ago,
my chivalry yet half-formed, ablaze,
and wishing to melt all reason down,
for the mind shall bar the heart's fool ways.

I gazed upon the blossom fair, 
and at long last there grew a need,
to protect, preserve, and fawn upon,
though the wildflower did not take heed.

So strong she was, and I so blind,
to think that I could help her grow.
And pain it was - for I knew it!
But I never wished it to be so.

Spurned, a man is better, 
to ride far and to ride free
Please forgive me, golden flower,
for wishing to tend to thee.

Written 12 October 2018


Poem Details | by Valerie Staton |
Categories: color, death, fun, garden, happiness, love, woman,

Betty's Swing

Betty’s Swing
By Valerie DStaton


Down a long winding road there lived Betty Ann
In an old wooden house, the color of sand

Her home was surrounded by gardens and trees
And wind chimes that sung with the stir of a breeze

Most days Betty Ann could be found on her swing
It was above her porch and asparagus green

She’d kick off with a foot and then she would soar
Each vacillation higher than the one before

Old Betty Ann loved the metal swing so much
She had rules for if and when it could be touched

Every year its color would be renewed
In either white, green or cobalt blue

She often sat on the old swing to knit
When in a good mood she’d allow others to sit

There was not much Betty Ann could not do
In the cast iron swing that was built for two

When Betty became ill and the end was near
She gathered together all those she held dear

"Before I go family, I ask one thing...
For one last ride inside my swing."

On the final day before Betty Ann died
She was placed in the swing for her final ride

And thus she transitioned doing what she loved most
She took one last swing then gave up the ghost


Poem Details | by Amera Andersen |
Categories: love, seasons, time, spring, beauty, rose, flower, beauty, flower, garden, power, rose, spring, time,

Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet



Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beauty, city, dance, dark, farewell, first love, flower, for her, garden, girl, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, hair, happiness, happy, how i feel, i love you, joy, kiss, love, nice, night, poems, poetry, red, sky, summer, truth, wisdom, woman,

Goodnight my Fair Maiden

Goodnight my Fair Maiden,
I shall see you once again.
In the year of our Lord,
At the gloomy dawn of Mankind.
As the Red Sun reaches over the treeline,
Far in the East.
I shall see you again.

Don't fear our love,
For my love for you is eternal.
Too see this eternal love
I have for you,
It is hard to feel and very diffcult to see.

When you wake the next morning
and escape your long night of slumber
and your surrealist life,
being played in a cloud of imagination.
You'll soon come to reality 
and find me there.
Knocking upon your chamber door.

Come now!
Get dressed in your evening, silk dress.
and let us go dance under the stars,
till the moon falls to the West and the Sun rises in the East.
Oh, how you are a lovely dancer and how the twilight shines bright
along you shinny and silk laced hair.

And your hair my sweet and fair maiden,
oh, how I love to see it bounce with life
when you twirl and dance into my arms.

You are beautiful and I wish I couldn't leave you,
but as the day turns to night, I have to leave.
I wish I could take you on a long walk through the parks
and courtyards, and walk along the sprinkled streets of the cities filled with life.
Pick you a beautiful bouquet of roses from the gardens of beauty and give them to you
with surprise.

I love you so much
My love for you is indeed hard to tell to you,
but I can show you.
Tomorrow though, for tonight I must say...
Goodnight my Fair Maiden.
For tomorrow you'll be in my arms once again.

Goodnight my Fair Maiden
I shall leave you with a kiss that shall last a lifetime.


Poem Details | by Jessica VH |
Categories: allegory, allusion, garden, love, mythology, night, woman,

Athena

You sleep ashore with longing eyes wide,
Consciously still to swell with the tide.
Late night before the endless, black sea,
I found you wavering there for me.

But lost you against the sky above,
And woke up mournfully in love.

Sunrise I found you in the garden, streaming,
With flowers in your hair, sprawled out and beaming.
You were warm like skin in summer rain;
We kicked across the fields you reign.

You seized my hand; my head still spins,
My love, you teem to merely exist,
And conquer means to infinite ends.

I take you in like roots take up rain,
Like a needle pricks an untapped vein,
Like a candle strips a savage flame

You are the absolute ecstasy for which I distend,
The sun to which I tirelessly bend.

And I lust so much it burns me up;   
When you see that dreams are not enough,
In a garden alluring, obscure, and lush—

The forbidden will awaken upon our touch.

--

9/5/14