Imagination Garden Poems

Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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Sun-dappled leaves, a secret space,
Laughter and whispers, a stolen embrace.
A blush on your cheeks, a question in your eyes,
A moment suspended, beneath endless skies.

But courage...

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In the secretive garden of metaphors,
A vision of hues enswathed in enigma,
Words that grow stronger as they entwine, signing dreams assorted,
Under the aegis of magnificent...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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What happens to all the oranges
hanging on my neighbors' trees
would they let me have a bag of em
if I bargained or said pretty please

Why are...

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Here is my boasting I am hosting
If I could I would contrive a spacious 
Garden flooded with all roses!
Mesmerizing magical Magenta
Roses!  Iconic idealic indigo...

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Pretty gardens, peaceful grounds praying gratefully.  

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“I’m reluctant to share my secret, but being we are the closest of friends, I will share my secret with you. But before I do...

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There is a gate in the midst of 
A small garden, maybe a red or 
White. 

I went over and met a dwarf who
Claimed its...

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Without a shadow's kiss, 
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace, 
 ...

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Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from 
parsimony.

Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude...

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I entered a competition
In a gardening magazine.
I had to write a poem
About a garden I had seen.

I chose a lovely garden
That was here in my...

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My garden comes alive at night,
many flowers do not bloom by day.
In the middle of the night, 
my garden is in full swing.
The Blue Bells are...

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I am but a weed
In God's flower garden
Humbled to exist
Even if not as red as roses
Not as tall as sun flowers
Not as warm as marigolds
Not...

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Life starts at birth, 
then it begins to unfold. 
As time passes, 
the world shows it's face. 
When we think of birth, 
we often think of a new born baby. 
Life...

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