Gardener Poems - Poems about Gardener

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

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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...

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The world, a garden, choked with thorny weeds, Where human hearts, like fragile petals, bend, And empathy, the water that it needs, To bloom anew, and broken spirits mend. We are the gardeners, with gentle hands, Who till the grace, and prune the annoyance, Like fireflies, hope flickers in every place, A light to guide, in this turbulent space. ©bfa022825 ...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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In desperation she used her gardening skills saving life of plant...

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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...

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Modern Home Owner Gardener- Present time home owner...

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Who is more the gardener? The one who plants the seeds, Or the one who tends to them? I am tending to them now, Although I did not plant them, And know the planter's claim to them Will always outweigh my own Yet he can never take away The work that I have done, Nor rob me of the simple joy Of watching as they...

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In wild gardens, a tale unfolds, Love's endeavor, silently told. A gardener's hand, gentle and true, Nurtured a rose in a barren view. Seeds of hope, he tenderly sowed, Watching the bud's beauty bestowed. But fate's cruel touch forced them to part, Leaving a heavy ache in his heart. No more tending her soil each day, No more witnessing her vibrant display. Yet in absence,...

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