Best Walled Garden Poems
How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?
How can I be different?
How can I express my attraction?
When columns upon
Columns
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect
Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?
I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.
I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment
How can I express my need for your smile?
When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh
...
May I have this dance?
You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.
But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation
I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world
This can be ours.
But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon?
My syllables are in your hands.
My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.
But,
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.
Your move…
©Drake J. Eszes
The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,
In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making the other blooms blush,
is a beauty gazing at me.
While standing enticingly,
with her soft upswept auburn hair,
is a beauty gazing at me.
She answers this lonely man’s prayer!
With soft upswept auburn hair;
in her long flowing gown of white,
she answers this lonely man’s prayer,
making the garden grow bright.
In her long flowing gown of white,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the garden grow bright -
the fairest of all the roses!
For the George Dunlop Leslie Poetry Contest of Isaiah Zerbst
The Picture is called "In Walled Garden" See at this link: http://www.ebay.com/itm/GEORGE-DUNLOP-LESLIE-In-Walled-Garden-print-NEW-/190409030838
a bench with ornate arms and scrolling
bathed in shards of early light
inside four walls of climbing roses
grown entwined and trained to height.
within the silence of mid morning
perfumed heat that melts the hours
attracts the bees that prey and worship
on life's purple passion flowers.
the symmetry of formal hedging
leads the eye in one straight line
to where a sundial in the heat haze
casts its shadow marking time.
the joy and beauty of hibiscus
flowering bright where no one goes
down secret paths in secret corners
where the scented jasmine grows.
SONG OF SONGS
Let me pluck ripened apples and strawberries for your delight
And put my hand under your head to soften the ground on which we lie tonight.
You are the white marguerites in my meadow flowing with deep grass,
The melodious tinkling of small bells shaped from shining glass.
Oh, the perfume of your soul is as a thousand roses at sway
In a walled garden on a wet and thunderous day.
Let me not stray from this place for it is the centre
Of the very heaven I hope to find; and when I enter
The dales of Paradise, let me first see
Your sweet face smiling - as it does now - at me.
For you are the heaven I have known
Before I approach God’s golden throne.
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Entered in Sara Kendrick’s Contest "Song Of Solomon"
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A garden with walls high and deep
Brilliant daisies swaying in the sweet breeze
Cabbage, cauliflower and leeks thriving, flourishing
Down crunching gravel paths I dance
Everything in this garden is lush and profuse
Fig trees for the plucking
Gooseberry and red currant bushes, heavy with fruit
Harmonies of birds, drift all about and above
In my dream, I walk with beauty
Jasmine kisses my soul
Keep me in this glorious paradise
Lilac trees perfume the air
Morning glory set my heart at rest
Now, I listen to the ripple of a stream
On the surface, water lilies float lazily
Peach trees, old and gnarled like old men stand guard
Quince, with glossy, bushy leaves grow against a wall
Rows of pumpkins glow in the sun
Strawberry patches, sweet and tasty beckon me
Tangled purple grapes hang from branches
Under a trellis, a bench to pause
Vines of red roses trail and dangle sweetly
Wasps buzz and bees hover, butterflies rest
Xanadu exists beyond my closed eyes
Yams, potatoes ready to harvest are waiting
Zucchini, tomatoes, and carrots ripe for the picking
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August 18, 2014
Poetry/Abecedarian/A Walled Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 08-591-906-18
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 101 In A Row - 4
sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 09/2014
Fifth Place
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Written for the Standard contest Abecedarian
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 08/2014
First Place
A very special place, beautiful, magical and withdrawn,
It's happy and content, never sad and forlorn,
I imagine to portray it's perfection will be tough,
No matter how hard I try I can't seem to get enough.
With fields and woods, ponds and ditches,
A stone house, a tower a courtyard that bewitches,
With oak, ash, beech, willow, wild plum, crab and fir,
I lie down with holly, box, yew and hazel, I purr.
An orchard, a walled garden and a small chicken coup,
Kestrels that hover, ravens that bark and swallows that swoop,
Foxes, hares, rabbits and deer.
The sun, the moon, the sky, cloudy or clear.
But most of all when I stumble to bed,
I feel cocooned in tranquility from my toes to my head,
A sensation of floating, suspending in the air,
My paradise, relaxation, serenity beyond all care.
Tentative rose thorns graze my skin as I push through the plant-walled garden
They neither break skin nor draw those secret white lines across it
Lillies of the valley wonder where their valley has gone when they realise they are on
flat land
Their delicate white petals stare at the clouds which gather like ants to an amberule of honey
I can feel the rain on the air, it clothes me in a heavy gown of foreboding and expectation
The birds who once called across the garden to their avian lovers silently flutter home
In the tall birches and oaks and evergreens, in the bright aboreal verendace, their world
I walk through a stream which has trickled and will trickle for ages,
patiently it cuts away the tarnished granite bed, deeper and deeper,
Tiny frogs leap away in instinctive terror, my feet suddenly transformed into evil monsters,
and as I step out of the stream bed, I wonder where all the butterflies have gone when I
see a moth
With spanning black wings as dark as night, edged with gold as bright as the sun,
its antennae are feathery and magnificently plume the insect's noble head, a crown above
all crowns,
Its six legs are carried tightly under its richly-furred black body, little dagger-glows
sheathed,
I reach out a hand as tentative as the rose thorns, and the moth plays with me,
taunting me with its nocturnal majesty, with its iridescent wings, with its reflective eyes,
To my eternal satisfaction the lordly moth alights upon my fingers,
and I wince as its claws grip my tightly, it folds in its wings, its royal robes of office,
The golden filligree glitters and the soft pixie dust all moths carry falls unnoticed onto
my hand,
Body quivering, I see the unmistakable mark across its elegant wing-shape;
death's head, a human skull, remnant of a past life,
laughing at me in my folly,
the lordly insect takes flight, leaving my with the sliently roses, the apathetic lillies,
the meandering stream, to contemplate the incomprehensible
and I breathe in the dust of the moth,
forgetting butterflies had ever existed, for the death's head
rules the secret garden day and night
and now I understand these things,
which only the whispered languages of the garden could say.
I gazed upon the trees
The beautiful trees
A bramble rose in full bloom
Framed in a castle window,
a soft breeze
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
Soft light fell
On a day...
When only a Prince,
can take you away
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
Oh Juliana!
You cannot believe,
unless you feel
Deep in your heart
The soft kiss of love
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
You returned to a castle
Bathed in light
Faeries and butterflies
On a day,so bright
Juliana
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
In a walled garden,
of bramble rose and foxglove
You cannot believe
Unless you feel
Deep in your heart
The soft embrace of love
Juliana
Faerie princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
I am under your spell
Oh Juliana!
Faerie Princess
Soft light fell
Upon your wings
You captured everything,
under your spell
The sun clothed the castle in gold
Before twilight
Magic to behold,
in the time before night
Such a colour to inspire...
A rose...
The colour of sunfire
The Faeries at twilight...
To make a rose, so beautiful
It would shine under starlight
Such a delicate bloom
Soft as a babys' cheek
Magicked by Faeries
A Summer Queens' perfume
A rose to seek
Emerald leaves glowed
Wrapped a rose
The colour of sunfire
In a walled garden,
that the Faeries showed
The Sunfire
Such wondrous light
A Faeries desire
Illuminated the garden
To Heartstones delight
A gentle look...
From a girl , so fair
Everything she touched,
she loved too
A chance meeting,
in the walled garden
Filled with Sunfire roses
and foxglove
A knight, fell in love
The beauty of a Sunfire rose
laid at her door
A girl borne on a South Wind
Everything she touched
Everything she saw
She loved too
It was the beauty of nature,
that drew them to the walled garden
A noble Knight
With the kindest blue eyes
Saw Larissa, in the sunlight
A touch of finger tips
A sunset of gilded pink
A kiss upon her lips
A Sunfire rose
Everyday laid at her door
To a woman...
Who touched the heart of a knight
Whom she loved
To a knight...
Who saw a beautiful woman
Standing in sunlight
Larissa
Borne on a southwind
Warm and sweet
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Everything she touched
She loved too
Amongst the honeysuckle
and morning dew
A Hummingbird
Of iridescent blue
Darted back and forth
In a garden
Made for you
For, in the walled garden
Flashing blue and green
Red too
The whirr of wings
Hummingbirds are to be seen
Such beauty
That lies in a magical world
For, whirring wings
Iridescence
Flashing green and blue
Lies in you
Such colours
Amongst the flowers
Melted the heart
A Hummingbirds' flight
A joy to see
I sat upon the wooden seat
Wished you were here
With me
White rain showered the walled garden;
the bridal bouquet becomes a wreath
When winter became a Spring day.....
The Spring Queen came ,with out delay
She approached through the Whispering Trees
Everything she touched, turned to green
Fresh shoots,budding leaves.....
Flowers to be seen
The Eastern Wind,
bringer of life and green
Followed the Spring Queen
The awakening...........
The greening..........
The Castle gates opened wide
The Spring Queen walked inside..............
The walled garden grown
Welcomed into Castle Heartstone
Her fingers touched the wall........
Instantly the flowers grew..........
In places not before seen
Such is the power of the Spring Queen
The air filled with the sound of birds............
Birdsong, too beautiful for words
For, there was life everywhere
The Spring days,so fair
The mood of the Castle lifted
The life,the colour
The Spring Queen, gifted
The bare trees filled out,
the welcoming shade
The walled garden transformed............
Colour spilling everywhere............
Spring is in the air
Such joy and happiness..........
Bursting through
The Whispering Trees
The East Wind breeze
The meadow flowers, so blue
Fresh flowers filled the Castle...........
Most of all in the Great Hall.........
Where the Heartstone lay,
on the north wall
The hum of bees,
buzzing on the breeze
Spring honey,so sweet...........
A real treat!
The Spring Queen.........
Giving birth...........
To a new and beautiful earth
The land lay green.....
The flowers, to be seen
These flowers,sublime
The emerging springtime............
All too soon the days grew hot.........
The days grew long.........
The days had new meaning............
Soon it would be Summer Queens' time
the intense greening
Follow the rules
The old man sat in his high walled garden
he had been a traitor to his country not
a stern quisling but enough to be shunned
by the people of this town who had hailed
him a great writer.
His exile was self- enacted he still believed
he was correct his right winged policies
essential for his countries future, but he had
no one’s ear, so he wrote about the seasons
his garden was big and fauns danced
at twilight.
He heard the radio Europe was changing
people were tired of predictable democracy
liberalism, vapid as morning mist, leaders
were far removed from the people, freedom
had become borderless tyranny a dyke that
could not stop the flood of hatred of those
who were made to follow the rules?
Perhaps his time had come the people would
listen to him now.
Ripe, juicy fruits and passing blooms,
Grow here in the walled garden wild,
Permeated with pungent floral fumes,
Deep hues where orange sun smiled!
Red strawberries and blueberries too,
Blackberries and two big apple trees,
Buttercups, red roses and iris so blue,
As daisies tango of an evening breeze!
Lilacs, pale lilies and orange marigold,
And plump, rich, tempting raspberries,
Forever brimming in old sunshine gold,
With birdsong drifting from pine trees!