Romantic Garden Poems

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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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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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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I saw a nest today --
first new for the year;
Colorful, feathered architects
a-flit and a flutter...
weaving, securing,
sharing a cheerful, chirping,
instinctive mating mutter -- 

though the calendar...

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If my heart were a rose garden
I would pick one satin rose
everyday,
for my ravishing ruby beloved,
whose heart beats in delicate violets,
whose gaze sings me lavender...

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Pretty gardens, peaceful grounds praying gratefully.  

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I stroll through the garden of delight,
Where fragrant flowers scent the air.
Each one a different hue and sight,
Each one a gift of nature's care.

I breathe...

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Oh awesome, sweet garden, how happy you make me,
When I have breakfast on our patio and absorb you with glee,	
Mid-morning comes in a flash with...

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In what to me now seems like ages
I've only read some sundry pages;
Lord Byron, a Romantic poet, 
was a dark wit; you'd just know it.

But...

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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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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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I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken, 
echoes a promise that we...

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In a pretty rose garden we were having tea,                      the butterflies were kissing the flowers...

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As the edge of the day end earth calls to the sun
Know I find in you a sense of calm, a feeling of fun
I am...

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