Gardener Poems - Poems about Gardener

The Gardener

The Gardener

I thought, could I
shape the clouds,
Those ones on high,
With hand and mind
What greater blossoms then
would come to eye!? Beauty of
some rarer orchid, or rose?
Or just the tip of my protruding
nose, sniffing for scents where
they are not…?  Botany my
heart!

I LOVE U

Three words so powerful that it sends us over the rainbow, I love you, can inspire our world. 
Like the feeling of sweet ice cream, we love the words, I love you. 
They make everything better, the words, I love you. 
Like the smell of our favorite food can make us drool, I love you,

Upmarket Gardener

Fred entered his shrubbery
in a horticultural society gardening contest
and wising to wager on the outcome
as to which bush was the best
bet his hedge to win
and yet at the time quite mature
Fred’s Famous Fertilizer Co., Ltd.
went badly belly up in manure
sadly out of business
broke bust bankrupt for ever
as altho' he had bushels of bags
he couldn't get

Jesus the Gardener

from a craftsman of heaven's domains ~ to a gardener of olives

The Gardener

In a tranquil garden, a gardener toils endlessly,
tenderly blessing each ornament of life.
Observing them sprout grow and flourish with grace
like children maturing day by day.
Growing with unwavering strength
even taller.

The world outside is daunting and foreign
where strange, mystical beings reside
but the gardener carries with him his garden,
nourishing it deep inside
so he needs but to imagine those

The Gardener Who Uses Magic

in a dream
one full moon ago
i met a gardener
who lifted my curse
he took all my memories
and planted them as seeds
he then asked, “which to get rid of?”
i took a deep breathe
my hands started to shake
and heart beating like crazy
then i replied,
“stories i painted with my blood as ink”
“ash from their  stick to my skin”
after

The Labyrinth and the Gardener

A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation an unexpected soul contains and holds close to themselves and out of reach of others greedy and tainted hands. Unfathomable pain and

A Gardener And A Flower

The best relationship
Is like a gardener and a flower
The gardener nurture the flower
He water it everyday
Weed some irritating plants
Cultivate and fertilize it
Exposed to the elements
For him to know what's to improve
Until the flower will bloom
In its own time and given full maturity
That's where the merry making time
The extol celebration happen
And the true intentions declare.

the new gardener sits on her pet lion

I had heard about the new gardener down the road for years.
She had been unwelcomed by neighbors because of their fears.
Has a lion for a pet, and sits on him too, one of them told me.
I brought over a welcome basket of fruit and some peach tea.

I would have been here sooner, but I used

the gardener

soil turned with tiller 
she digs the hole for new seed 
and covers her tracks 

closing off garden 
keeping it from animals 
waiting for bounty

Portrait of a Gardener

The thin yellow
film of the year’s 
first tulip
melts to pulp
on your 
tongue. Spring-
pink, you
smile softly,
and the crickets,
in benediction,
start washing 
their little hands.
Your mother
always said
that Middle-C 
was as close
as you could 
get to God
without dying,
but she never
saw you walking
in the late
May air. She
said to remember
all the moments
your heart
skips a beat 
and there
is a dog
on the front
porch

Springtime As The Gardener

Spring,
his time
for leafy
prayers from Winter's
share of heaven's rinse
on Earth— his maiden ice
jolted by the sun, his prance 
comes in dew drops and seed drops, a 
gauze on forests and grass blades as sweet
blooms by his tender motions spread all 'round.

Wise gardener

In desperation 
she used her gardening skills 
saving life of plant

Your True Gardener

My lotus flower, adrift on the water bed,
Your petals top the pond,
Lilies, Irises, Hyacinths.
The sun reminisces,
And the moon grieves,
For in the dark of night,
It hides your leaves.

I weed your sodden garden,
Cattail, Waterthymes, Reeds.
My lotus you're safe,
I know your needs.

The scabs from the tear,
Haunts your fragile stem,
Faint, pink lines like those of your petals,
Shine like a

Modern Home Owner Gardener-

Modern Home Owner Gardener-


                                                Present time home owner

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