Best Gardens Poems
A violet floral river
Quietly meanders through beds
Of fragrant gold tulip blossoms
With their close connection of heads.
Next a glorious crimson field
Catches the eyes in such display
That a view of such enchanting
Beauty, just takes one's breath away.
Everywhere you look lives colors
In most every inviting hue.
Asiatic lily mixes.......
Entice a captivating view.
Trees filled with rosy hued blossoms
That share their petals in the breeze
Fall softly upon daffodils
With line curved pretty paths to please.
Euphoric bliss fills the senses
Within old Holland's wistful arms
In her vibrant flowing gardens
Where grandest, she reveals her charms.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day April 3, 2017
Gardens at Keukenhoff (Alouette)
As the tulips rise
With their sweet surprise
Fragrance permeates the air
Colors cover land
From God's divine hand
In these gardens we all share.
Such astounding views
Come enjoy the hues
As varied blossoms cascade.
Seek a bench to gaze
At the mirror maze
With lush tulips on parade.
2-19-19
Gardens Poetry Contest~Premiere Fourth Place~
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
The form name is a French word meaning 'skylark' or larks that fly high, the association to the lark's song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word 'Alouette' can also mean a children's song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children's poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line
In reality we are all gardeners,
wandering through the gardens of life
gently placing our seeds
into the mouth of the Earth.
Drifting through seasons,
anticipating the first glimpse of
Spring's splendour of sights
a new promise, a new beginning, a new love.
Butterflies and bees,
make love to the
fragility of blossoms -
embellishing nature's passions.
In my personal oasis,
princess of petals plants her love,
within the garden of my heart.
Fragrance of her flower garden,
leaves me silently breathless,
as we bloom in the vapours of our love.
Yet not all gardens are sincere.
Wilted path of premature petals,
leads to an unkempt province.
Walloping weeds wander through
naked rose stems with blood thirsty thorns
and I wonder, dismayed,
why anyone would neglect their garden,
when did cultivation become a crime?
So I remain, away from the darkness,
upon the silent bed of our own roses,
content with the honeysuckle,
suckling and soothing our souls.
Silent One
Simple Musing
27 July 2019
A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song?
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.
Do you still hear the sprocket's cadence and pedals din..
our hearts saying "follow me!" to clamour, and climax in sun,
along the perch fishing canals and Strøget's shops.
You wore Pegasus sandals and a Nørgaard 101 striped t-shirt.,. two sizes too small,
our bikes were true friends, our chains sang in unison,
to the lonely smiles of the raggedy ann town folk.
From the biergarten our parents look on..
sipping Carlsberg Pilsner and Mulberry Aquavit snaps.
Just a hint of sadness hidden behind sunglasses,
they knew that innocent sun too..
Let's sup on ourselves unrepentant,
where no one else can dine.
Your basket holds sweet fruit of existence..
the fresh bread of light in mine.
We'll make a pact to return one day,
where sunshine brightens the May,
and If the clouds turn to grey,
or we're separated by a crowd of strangers..
I'll look for you at the center, searching through the bins,
for what two foolish lovers threw away..
Among Kewpie dolls, sandals & scarves,
clothed déjà vu dreams abound.
Yet true hearts yearn for eternity still,
in Tivoli Garden's lost and found.
The prickly green shrubs,
Unfold their crimson petals;
Kissed by morning mist.
"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet
Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking.
Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere.
“I visit my garden each morning
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills I found
in my mother’s pill boxes,
and planted, had produced
a rose or purple Phlox.
I buried her tablet boxes,
buried them, like tiny coffins.
I lined the miniature graves
with crushed blue velvet,
(like the cases that stored
her elegant forks used only
on special occasions,
at four o’clock tea-time,
the cake served primly
on gold-rimmed plates).
Treading through the wet grass,
rootling through the fertile soil,
I saw, without surprise,
blue hats growing wild,
velvet and tulle,
pills and sequins
scattered and whimsical,
my mother decorating
their botanical brims
with silver cake forks
tied with ribbons”.
I wake up,
eyes blurred,
I can barely see.
I make a cup of tea,
cut a slice of currant cake,
and eat it with a small,
antique English fork.
Gardens of golden threaded Cyprus;
evergreens perfume sings me halfway to sleep.
I breathe in the wafting scents of neighbor’s roses;
with elation my spirit weeps.
The drumming of leaping goldfish in a pond nearby calls to dragonflies and they zip by me; lovely translucence in the spotlight rays of old Sol;
This is how things should be.
City life holds no joy for those who are naturalists; only concrete and boredom.
Breathing in another scented moment; I can feel the dragonfly wings, beating time to the Koi drums song.
Another breath and I ride a dragonfly to liquid refreshment.
My vision’s broken only by and old bullfrogs bloated croak.
I am a stranger in his world; “Stop staring”, I say to him and his about face response, says he has heard.
I watch him snap up a fly with his sticky-quick tongue and one hundred percent accuracy; the Koi drums continue...I melt back into my visioning state, again.
The city’s load on my mind is lightening and my heart feels nearly free;
of the steel-toothed grinding wheel that is my thankless job.
Were it not for nature; I’d go insane; plomp…plomp…plomp…the drums pull me back again.
How is it that the human species can take pride in the concrete nightmares they create without a second thought of Gaia’s children?
Again, plomp…plomp…plomp of the Koi drums.
3-12-2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
BJ Legros Kelley
O'er feathery clouds adrift a kite
'Neath sway lavender gardens that invite
Embracing warm rays of spring sunlight
Pining for sweet afternoon delight
With glass of wine lovers reunite
O'er dreamlike blissfully scented sight
The moon tiptoes up the sky so sprite
Till she gains apex above in height
Whilst I close my eyes to say goodnight
I tender my love dulcet good night
Spring lavender garden dreams take flight
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2022
Submitted on March 8, 2019 for contest WK2 MARCH 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
She cannot thread a needle
or sew a fancy shirt
Her fingers know not gardens
or digging in the dirt
But she listens to me patiently
asks about my day
Perhaps our home looks lived-in
~ I like it just that way
Glossy, heart-shaped leaves of galax
ringed ‘round the lingering lilacs
that played across the garden gate,
bent now – bowed from foliage’ weight.
Wild roses replace Venus et fleur
having a sweet natural alure.
Chicory and Madonna lily
grow here and there, and willy-nilly.
Bachelor buttons and blue bonnets
clothe the field with unsung sonnets.
Coreopsis and black-eyed Susans
frolic with their rambunctious cousins.
Of all the flowers God has wrought
I love the ones that were last thought.
Haphazard flair of wild flowers
bestow joy with dewy showers.
Walking through gardens and chards of glass, roses and thorns contend
Sailing on whitecaps, drowning in fear, blues skies surrender no sun
Souls that are tortured forget how to dance but I will find my song
Walk amidst
The flowers
Waves of bright
Color overwhelm you
The air is redolent with their scent
The sun sends
It's smile down to greet us
Here in the garden one can
Know peace
Here in the garden
Life takes on a different hye
The air is vibrant
With
Anticipation
We meet
In this
Flowering
Grove
Let's hope it's
Not
For the
Last time
two gardens shined in the morning mist
and both gardens were sublime in beauty
one was called the past and one called the future
and I silently climbed a hidden lichen wall barrier
leaving the garden of the past behind, with
all its lovely tangled vines . . .
and stepped into the garden of new growth, for
it was time to lay the past to rest . . .
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October 1, 2016 (edit)
Poetry/Free Verse/Two Gardens
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 1126-686-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Late March 2019, Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Ancient city rising up from the great Euphrates
What great artistic mind brought forth your beauty from imagination?
Verdant plants and trees
Tower
Rise up for the sky-blue sky
Many India Green Ferns and Mosses tumble downward reaching nearly to the next terrace
Lovers enthusiastic stroll along enjoying the lush Emerald cast about your walls
A lover's paradise to meander through your treasures
Dream pleasure and passion to sail pass
Palms of Jade soar with the fowl of the air
Coasting 'pon breezes and linger in your shade
Persian Green upon the Cedars draws each one to rest, relax, rejuvenate
Hanging Gardens Of Babylon such beauty in times gone by
Man made Garden Of Eden_gone to live no more
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest: Seven Wonders Of Ancient Or New World
Written this twenty-second day of April 2013