Gardener Poems - Poems about 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!...

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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,...

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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...

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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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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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