Best Greenhouse Poems
I went into the greenhouse to water the plants and flowers
It is my little haven I could stay there for hours and hours
The watering can was heavy with the precious rain
It has been very sunny so I was watering the plants again.
I watered the beans and peas, the tomato plants growing tall
I refilled the watering can; there wasn’t enough to do them all
Moved on to water the melons and the flowering courgette
When underneath the foliage something moved when it got wet
A black and brown toad leap up at me; I thought it was a dream
I dropped the watering can with fright and gave a little scream
Think the toad was pretty shocked at his impromptu shower
So I’ve left him to and hop back and hide under a gerbera flower
Jan Allison
23rd June 2014
Aunties Tomato Greenhouse
Walk up to the greenhouse,
Step inside the door,
There's a forest of tomato plants,
Wander around, have a look and explore.
Look left, then look right,
Then at the ceiling to the floor,
Surrounded by tomato plants,
There is tomatoes galore!
How did Aunty grow them?
Was it with lots of kindness and love?
And a watering can,
Like rain from the sky above.
Or did the fairy godmother (Aunty Phil)
Wave her magic wand?
And sprinkle a little magic,
That made them so big and strong!
Now step outside the greenhouse,
Take a tomato or two,
They are tasty and delicious,
And also good for you!
1/8/23
Sun filled chamber
hopeful seeds wait patiently
to burst into bloom
The asphalt buries
human errors adjutant
of greenhouse effect...
“Necessity is the mother of invention,”
And this is undeniably true,
When the subject is one of contention
Figuring out what to do.
And, when it comes to climate change
Nothing could be more so,
Necessity demands our priorities to rearrange
Before up in flames we go.
Why is it so hard to accept global warming
The evidence is quite clear,
The weather is giving us strong warnings
Danger grows each year.
I suspect we’ve waited much too long
It has gotten out-of-hand
We must quickly do something significant
If we want to save our land.
Written August 7, 2022
[in the style of Mike Gentile]
I have a little greenhouse
It sits wobbly on the hill
Constructed from a kitset
Requiring monumental skill
A 40 page instruction book
Said it was a simple task to do
But I was not convinced
That this was entirely true
A fragile aluminium frame
Held with 500 fiddly screws
Was a testing of my patience
To see how many I would lose
The polycarbonate sheets
Fragile and light as fine chiffon
Flew off in the slightest breeze
Before I could attach them on
'Two hours of construction'
Is all the time you need, they say
But let me tell you, that's a lie
Because it took three days
Then in the first nor'easter storm
It collapsed, negating all my labours
The walls were in the paddocks
And the door was at the neighbours
Now it's badly taped together
And held down with bungy cord
So far so good, fingers crossed
We get some vege as a reward!
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2
Like being over a barrel.
Our blue marble is imperiled.
Greenhouse gas, it's our funeral
the solutions long overdue.
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2.
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posted on May 30, 2018
For koalas and wallabies yearning,
piles of money for tourism earning,
to Australia flying
and on jet fuel relying,
we now lose it and yell: "Oz is burning!"
I met you amid the branches
of an old, evergreen tree –
we were wary at first,
dangling like flushed and obscure fruits
from twisted limbs;
exchanging precious gifts
of blue-black berries and tentative smiles
until we gained the other's trust.
We clambered ever higher,
full of that clumsy grace
that comes with youth
and the thrill of a secret shared.
From atop the highest branch
we surveyed the kingdom we had conquered,
and swore to rule with fairness
this world of wood and wind.
Palms were scratched and roughened
where they lay, clasped together,
and the sunlight left dappled laughter lines
upon our upturned faces.
Our subjects were the fickle white-eyes,
darting overhead like leaves given flight,
chattering charming nonsense in our lordly ears.
Somewhere, adults laughed,
but we could not see them,
so we listened instead to the bees
who brought us tales of lands afar,
and our own laughter was lost
amidst the rustling of the leaves.
We wore crowns of purple flowers
in hair still wild and uncut,
and I showed you how to swing
with no hands
from each lichen-covered limb.
Later, we crouched hidden
among the roots of all we owned,
and listened as discarded names
grew closer on the breeze.
There was a brush –
clumsy, but not unwelcome –
of lips on dimpled cheek,
and the promise we would meet
a day, a week, a year from then,
amid the branches
of an old, evergreen tree.
U. S. biomass
Europe’s ‘clean green energy’
~ tragic boondoggle
They were haunting me
And now they want to be
Engraved
In stone
Somewhere
But hardly will I share
What they made me
We aren't as open as they think
We are closed books
The writer waits for me
Life is better when
Those voices that you keep
Sing in harmony
Together, company
And if you want to be like them
Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath
You whore,
Georgia
You were everything that I could eat
But you never nourished me
I ing starved
I ing starved
I crashed my car
I ing starved
You ing coward
Now I weep
For others will say the same of me
An ineffable latibule from the brutalness of life
Where two come together and share their great strife
Hidden in darkness of the void of the night
Is where the moon buds into a spotlight
Surrounded by colors of cornflowers, poppies and roses
As lovers join hip in most romantic of poses
In that suspended moment not a sound can be heard
Frozen in time, the uniting of lovebirds
As she stares into her eyes, breasts meeting breasts
All the worries in the world are forced to a rest
Hand grabbing hand, they transform into a dance
So natural the sight, caught in perfect trance
Stripped of all clothes, nothing comes between
Soulmates bound together, their light a bright beam
A crimson ribbon holding them wrist to wrist
Living together in awe inspiring bliss
In her eyes alone
They radiated with light
When shone to another
No longer a beautiful sight
Why did they whither?
Not appreciated among many
And how it broke her heart
But she still watered them plenty
Locked away from the rest
They sat in wait
For a time and place
Where another may appear
For a moment of magic
Another face as dear
Other acceptable beauties were gazed upon
So why us locked away?
Other worthy ones were revered
So why do we rot and stay?
The flowers felt neglect
Even with nightly hugs
The flowers felt unsightly
Even with kisses and love
The flowers grew restless with envy
Once a vibrated greenhouse
Now a relic that's quite empty
Now all that remains is a silver framed photograph
A reminder of when there was a splitting of paths
Between one realm and the other, a bridge uncrossed
One day to be readjourned, but for now is just a loss
Tears are what waters the remaining greenhouse residents
As only one of two remains to stand and be present
Though flowers blossom and continue to grow
The color disappears in the heart that was bestowed
Snowflakes fall as autumn turns into winter
The seasons marching on as timelines are splintered
The moon keeps giving light, but inside it's disappeared
Death stabs the soul like a three pronged spear
Now the two only meet up in the plane of a dream
The tears they cry together make saltwater springs
And just like that they fade away, nothing to remain
Where life has to continue on, always to sustain