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...

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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...

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(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await

Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a dream
there flows truest joy from Heaven's first stream.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt...

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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...

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The prickly green shrubs,
Unfold their crimson petals;
Kissed by morning mist....

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Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions 
Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight 
Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos
Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors
Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits
Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage 
Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves
Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors
Ivory...

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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...

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"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet

Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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