Best Gardner Poems

-The Tree of Life- 

Featuring: Casarah Nance
 ~~I am beautiful on the inside you will see~~
   ~But really I am scarcely a tree in the woods.~
  
Beauty found a tree that sits and does not utter 
Owning, up to the heavens, look...

Continue reading...

I was thrown  into a conflicted family
my boat tossing and turning until
my sails ripped rendering me immobile
and unprepared for life
and fearful of the instability of existence
 Iike a plant adapting to toxic ground 
I grew to have some toxic attributes
my experiences of myself and...

Continue reading...

Across my street with sidewalks
shaded by fluttering oak trees,
there's a gardener with the army cap...
while rascals laugh and play nasty rap;
how well tends to his garden without weeds,
how glad he is when neighbors clap, 
and he works serenely in this noiseless haven!
Then, Sterlings with colorful...

Continue reading...

Lemons,
their squeezed
juice
that trickles
down
the chin,
and slides
through
the fingers,
is the
sunlight 
that
warms
an
April
eve'
for
the first
time
since 
the previous
April.

Lemon-
drops
are
sweet,
and you
want
to 
just look
at 
their 
sunny 
sugariness,
hold one 
like 
a little 
jewelry bead-
and 
in
your
mouth 
every suck- 
one 
after 
the other 
like you 
string the beads-
one 
after 
the other 
on 
a 
long 
thin 
string 
the color...

Continue reading...

If God is the Gardner, and He is, you know,
He wants only the best fruit from His children.
The good in goodbye is a tough row to hoe
but God's the Gardner and I'm content to know
there are wild weeds too in the hell of hello.
Planting seeds...

Continue reading...

If you think you  can fight Christ 
Now walk and work on your own light 
Or dark without any support, religion 
Without hurting any or otherwise. 


Know your mind not the matter 
weigh your heart not the weight
Tend your own garden thriving
With integrity not...

Continue reading...

I've been troubled
As of late
Stumbling in the darkness
To the presence of a golden gate

The moment I reach
The glistening bars
I awake, irritated
That I can only go...so...far

~then Reality~

That feeling of want
Presses me to find
Perceived treasures
In my empty mind

There has to be a key
That will open what's closed
Beyond...

Continue reading...

The Records of Every Summer
David J Walker

I thought the last cold day of May
Had come and gone 

50 feels like freezing when
100 was last Friday 

I thought I was the authentic gardener 
Who held each calendar day 
within an experienced heart

the halcyon mornings are a...

Continue reading...

A roar
                                
 It's not the day of the gardener.
 He appears today after...

Continue reading...