Garden Flower Poems

They stroll through the garden of time with lots of synergy combined; hearts merges in one and passion walking hand in hand; summer burst through...

Read More

Rosa the gem of flowers
the queen of every plant, 
in spring she wears her fineries, 
her beauty the eyes enchant.
 
Her colours are so attractive...

Read More

An existential crisis
Left to my own devices
Not an ounce of assistance
Never show any resistance
Just comply and let it be
Dignity isn't a necessity

I'm not the flower...

Read More

A happy day for you I’m sure,
A most lucky day to enjoy,
You are a double grandma now. 
You have a new bundle of joy! 

Apples,...

Read More

Taking the stage so easily,
the rousing solo of a rose;
Such a dance with melodic prose,
this impromptu jam leaves you free;
Beneath a soft swaying palm tree
a...

Read More

Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

Read More

Blooming tulips paint
In kaleidoscope color
A landscape beauty....

Read More

The Flower and the Butterfly

In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace,
A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed,
Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist,
Which caress...

Read More

Thrillers, fillers, spillers line the garden wall!
Artful, appealing, alluring thrall!
In morning, at noon, or night,
pinks and purples, bright!
Stupendous
sight!
Tremendous
beauty at its height!
Magnificence to delight!
Promenading Nature's sexy...

Read More

I love the end of the day,
when the sun want to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

Read More

Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
The bees buzzed "how on earth does your garden grow?"
And the fresh season tapped in time with a...

Read More

Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

Read More

"Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows"- Alexander Pope

 A summer breeze in the garden plays
 As lilies sway to its caress
 Daisies move...

Read More

I often sit,
And wonder why,
We pick flowers,
To watch them die....

Read More

Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for...

Read More