Best Horticulture Poems

 "Horticulture is a groping in the dark
into the obscure and unfamiliar " James Tate,
from his poem, The Definition Of Gardening
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There is an art to...

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Apples and Azaleas are always around.
Bright beautiful buds bloom while
crisp cultured cabbage and cucumbers
dot the darkened dirt.
Every edible is excellent.
Fame is so far flung for...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue...

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Regal in me

As a puppet strung in a rope
I remained tying with my bloc
Ever since I opened eyes and 
Knew something with laugh
Regality soaked me...

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13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The...

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Verbal gymnastics 
twist the real meaning of this barbarous truth
To kill is called to sanction,
deliver the package is black ops captured proof
Approval of torture
moves a...

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Its time to do what's written
Explain,  I can't until you let go of all you know
To understand what truths we are missing
Or that have...

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I-  marvel at thy ingenious blend of depths
B- eautiful like golden apples in a silver filigree
R- einvigorating the curious minds
A- rt thou an internet...

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Heartless Event



Still calm joked
shaking heart of all
guys sleep in the day
awake in the night

Because tendency shows
Mankind wept with tears of sand
Eyes of the children oozed...

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OUR ABILITIES DISCOVERED

I beg  of the human race re. our effects on mother nature.

Help is what she needs, her abilities slighted
Atrocities committed by man...

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Dewey decimals assemble 
our common presence. 
Your horticulture hands hide 
that landscaping manual's lengthy title, 
but this is my isle 
and I've held that identical...

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I beg on behalf of the human race re. our effects on mother nature.

Help is what she needs, her abilities slighted
Atrocities committed by man impeding...

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Cold routine has made you ice,
Frozen space moving slow,
"We know where to go"-

Life is planned for you, to grow
And wilt with careful precision.

Such sad horticulture...

I...

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MARCH LETS GO

On my knees, cosseted by blue jeans,
I tender the soil with magic beans.
March lets go of the Winter’s lien.
Clearing snow, dusting of royal...

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If I were a horticulturalist like Sam Van Aken
I would splice a banana tree with a strawberry tree.
Strawberries are not tree-grown? 
Okay.
Then I would splice...

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