Rockery Poems - Poems about Rockery

...When the season of splendor sprinkles the scent of sprightliness, when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and when from her day dre......Read the rest...

...My humble tribute to our dear poetess of Soup, Andrea Dietrich as she will be celebrating her birthday on September 5. I am posting this poem earlier, so that she gets more wishes on her birthday an......Read the rest...

...gardens are where we are: from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane" from mountain to coast, town to country from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice f......Read the rest...

...Ten years ago I was bereft. My garden began when you left. Literally on my hands and knees, clearing paths among surrounding trees. Uncovered were the root of one tree, winding it's way around......Read the rest...

...Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God. Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed, Like the wind creaking among the faith we o......Read the rest...

...PRUNING THE ROSES Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there, Dancing in my garden, With Sweet William and Fred Astaire. Wallflower there, Gardenia over here, My Fuchsia’s looking bright, I’m goin......Read the rest...

...Hark the skylark sings o'er meadow. Sings or fights to let rivals know; the robin claiming territory. Sings his claim, his sincerity. A blackbird cock sings his claim so. The rooks in yonder ......Read the rest...

...Birds to watch r' alotta fun In the garden while they play Alongside weeds and shrubs overrun They flock to the open outdoor spray Which cools them off when they come To scrabble and sachet fo......Read the rest...

...Lay to rest the spiritless low spirit In the catacomb of 'Auld Lang Syne' Cultivate the rockery of life with The beautiful seeds of blessed wisdom shine That will awaken the growth that thou ha......Read the rest...

... I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers, when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting. Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant, they......Read the rest...

...Floriography Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies Crocus's yellow stigmas that flav......Read the rest...

...Ah, Spring my soul you do delight and smells of the fresh greenery with the tranquil sounds of the night. No more does winter's cold us bite making folks tug scarfs and scurry Ah, Spring my so......Read the rest...

...Adventures of Robin Hood and his Merry Men. No1. Robin’s Thick Member We wuz out huntin that day Ah remembers as plain as can be When a ansome buck came us way Fust to sho......Read the rest...

...I have another passion apart from poetry. It's my garden, left by the gardener. In a state of wilderness. Two years later, with tools in hand. I've made it into a wonderland. Take my tea out eac......Read the rest...

...With all the pomp and viscosity The spectres flooding out a sepia Screen of childish scribbles Bleached into the paintwork Autograph collections full of Unknown people who achieve Little seldom......Read the rest...