Life Garden Poems

You have haunted the garden of my thoughts, unaware of the endless conversations,
About sea butterflies and flights mingled with white, forgetful snows.
I wove you into...

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In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery,
We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches.
As the...

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Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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The Flower and the Butterfly

In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace,
A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed,
Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist,
Which caress...

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Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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Gardening is my all-time favorite hobby.
Early morning I get into my garden after my coffee.
There the plants greet me with a smile.
That’s the moment I...

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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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jubilant bloom
rose ultimate exposure 

nude revelation ...

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In The Forest Are Cottages
Is a cottage built
A two story home
With a Bay window
It has a stone front
then layered with bricks
Their entrance door red
The garage...

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I am sorry. 
The blue and white teapot
that was stained with green algae
and had a broken spout
and was sitting on a terracotta tile
in our garden...

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The garden you planted is regrowing,
Just like you said it would—
But the desolate husks of last summer’s foliage 
Still stand stark;
Everlasting monuments
Of what once was.

Yet...

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“Father of All, Hoopoe of the Shining Light 
Voice of Truth, singing above pits of night 
Light singing in heaven’s tree above the height 
Barbelo...

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In my garden where love flourished. 
A pale pink running rose once bloomed.   
Gracefully it grew upon the trellis.
Until the oak tree took...

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For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to...

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In the secret garden of memory, where echoes of silence ceaselessly blossom,
I chain my breath to the roots of the heart, now desolate, now unveiled.
Moon...

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