Best Gardeners Poems

You small community of men
devoted to the gentle arts
why would you cross those foreign seas
where war awaits to break all hearts.

Stay in those  gardens you make green,
sustain your rank amongst the trees
and don’t donate to wars grim scene,
the wages of your liberties.

Ignore the rant...

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The weeds that grow upon the lawn
Continue growing when they’re shorn
Though treated with a herbicide
It’s no surprise that none have died
The chemicals that you apply
Should make them shrivel up and die
But only seem to feed and nourish
Makes them grow and makes them flourish
Don’t sit there...

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I've noticed
since early years on the family farm
with large matriarchally planted and harvested gardens,
that food,
for moms,
is a natural,
and yet also spiritual,
communion relationship.

Nutrition evolves from and for communal relatives
of which we are ourselves made
and nurtured into healthy interdependent maturity.

By remarkably disappointing contrast,
food, for the agribusiness farmer,
is...

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In The gray of winter, when the birds don’t sing, there is frost in the ground, there is ice in the stream
When you have shivered so long that you could just “Scream”
Just envision the joys, the flowers of spring
Smell the air, so warm, so serene
The...

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A blank canvas 
an empty stage 
darkness in the primordial 
vacuum of stars and space 
a jug not yet filled 
a reed flute hallow
yearning for the paint 
yearning for the actors
yearning for the light
yearning for the water
yearning for the lips, breath 

We assembled that night...

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I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.

Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me; 
you were not invited to partake of my produce!

Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard? Your sticky secretions make me itch; I do not want...

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Those bloody slugs have ate my spuds,
Not one leaf left in sight.
I sit all day with my gun,
They must only come out at night.

I've got a plan to catch them,
With nets and traps and snares.
Set my alarm for three AM,
And quietly creep down the stairs.

I...

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Please be my Valentine! 
I'm getting desperate now 
That you will never notice me 
Somewhere, sometime, somehow 

Even though I've tried 
To get some of your attention 
I'm nowhere on your radar 
I never seem to get a mention 

I'm feeling quite neglected
And I'm always...

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There are roses in my garden.
I love their sweet perfume.
I pick their blooms and take them in
to brighten up my room.

There are spring bulbs in my garden.
Oh how I like to see
their first green spears
and then their flowers as a spring gift to me.

There are...

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A GARDENERS DAY
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A gardener's day starts at dawn, their hobby.
To feed the birds and water plants,
and perhaps a chat with the local Bobby?
Then exterminate some red ants.

To feed the birds and water plants, plus weeding.
Check greenhouse temperatures right.
What weeds were pulled composted if the needing?
Then...

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Dog gone gardeners so long in the tooth.
They are planting beans today along with old Ruth.
Their overalls are straight, their tails are a wagg’n.
By six o’clock tonight, they may both be dragg’n.

Dog gone gardeners, their faces are long.
They are hoeing up the earth, barking a...

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If you care to listen,
I am on a mission,
To get more people into the garden,
And away from Satan,
Where the good can stay clean, 
By joining an army that wants no weeds to be seen,
So the young and keen don't have to carry a gun,
In a...

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Off and on for twenty years he had lived on the streets
Oh how history repeats over and over again
Turning once proud women and men into a shadow of them self
Slowly destroying their health each time they enter that den

So on and on this destruction had...

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Laboring gardeners,
sowing seeds of love daily,
cultivate its peace:-...

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The Gardener’s Roses
by Michael R. Burch

Mary Magdalene, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, “Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.”

I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and...

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