Best Gardener Poems

She is learning young
Pure genteel pleasures of a garden
Amid the fragrant roses and towering lupines
Sweet feminine echo of her beautiful mother
She holds up her watering can
A tiny version of the other.

Now she mimics to perfection
The sprinkling of flowers 
As she giggles with delight
At birds in...

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A gardener took many seeds
            and planted them with tender care, 
            but when the beds were choked with weeds,
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Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* Him Kamal flower
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
Should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.

Quick came the response from flower
“Am not lonely, enjoy these...

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 "Horticulture is a groping in the dark
into the obscure and unfamiliar " James Tate,
from his poem, The Definition Of Gardening
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There is an art to gardening, yes there is
I like to create a beautiful display
in sundress and gardening gloves
I gather all my tools and seeds
and...

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My lotus flower, adrift on the water bed,
Your petals top the pond,
Lilies, Irises, Hyacinths.
The sun reminisces,
And the moon grieves,
For in the dark of night,
It hides your leaves.

I weed your sodden garden,
Cattail, Waterthymes, Reeds.
My lotus you're safe,
I know your needs.

The scabs from the tear,
Haunts your fragile...

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I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was filthy rags. Hearing a rumbling it seemed from deep inside...

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You stand in front of a garden so vast
You gave a smile that could shame the great sun
You went to the young roses, as you must
You water them with knowledge, like you can
The roses you see almost everyday
You truly do care for them so dearly
You...

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Wet skies
Grey dawn 
Blankets the coast.
Black rocks
Sea foam 
Triggers the most
Atlantic applause,
An encore to those
Just hearty enough
To make a life on The Rock.

And to answer the call,
Between stone cracks,
Moss roots, 
And squalls,
A garden was planted 
Where nothing 
Had grown
Before.

Before...

Before the Gardener came
The coast was a...

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Lily, jasmine and roses
Tulips, carnations and daffodils
He adores and chooses
Cosmos, zinnia and daisies

His hands paintbrush of nature
His eyes tasters of beauty
He turns seeds in flower
His caring hands have power

Flowers are his babies
He nurtures and nurses
Liatris, orchids and quinces
Just like Prince and Princes

Springs come to treat...

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My hands are the hands
of a gardener,
fresh with soil, sunlight, and rain,
with the breath of flowers
and kisses of moisture.
I sprinkle seeds over the earth,
like a holy man sprinkles sacred water.
The soil: grateful for my blessing.
The birds: grateful for this small fare.
I chant incantations and listen
for...

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“I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. 
Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was filthy 
rags.

Hearing a rumbling it seemed from deep inside the...

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Kneeling in prayer, I ask God for wisdom today;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Yes, God knows my soul for he is my true pathway;
And I hear God's silent words falling from the sky. 

As graceful angels sing me a...

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His seeds
Grew weeds







6th Place in A FOOTLE RETROSPECTIVE...

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The Gardener and the Rabbit


I came across a rabbit, in my garden neat
He calls into my garden, and finds my grass a treat.
I watched for several hours, he seemed so soft and cute
Then he ate up all my flowers and made contact with my boot.
Next...

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Landing on petals,
Buzzing through fragrant stamens:
Pollination chores....

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