Gardening Poems - Poems about Gardening

Dandelions have seeded the lawn, butterflies come. Hosts of weeds have invaded the cabbage patch. The earth is enriched. Dog poop in the unkept grass nourishes the plowing worms and grubs. Doing nothing, I have achieved Zen. ...

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IN THE GARDENING OF LIFE We are as the sun, Our survival is of God; Though down, we shall rise:- We’ve sown bad seeds before, And have had to plow them up:- God’s fruit Will never spoil, Its sweetness is endless; Its love, eternal:- In the garden of life, Each sunset has a sunrise: Just check out Eden:- Though we have sown worse seeds, We’ve survived what was reaped:- Hey,...

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A garden is an effort to express life's temp- -orary beauty...

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My mother had a way with green plants They wanted to please her, and so they did. She took cuttings and gave them to neighbors. Millions of cuttings. Provided the town with cuttings. We kids were gardening as soon as we could walk. Out in the country, on grandpa’s land. An enormous garden plowed by a tractor. Our garden was the size...

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Hate poisons the soil containing the seeds of Hope you planted today....

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I planted windflower in my garden plot Along with yarrow and forget me not Then a man walked over grass toward me Said "I’m Adonis, let me make a plea:" “Windflower you see, is named after me Anemone is the tears of Aphrodite She thought I loved her, she was quite a bore Her tears became flowers, don’t plant it no more." "If...

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World Nude Gardening Day 2025 You’re inappropriately dressed my dear My husband said to me. Don’t you know it’s World Nude Gardening Day I heard it on the radio, first Saturday in May And you’re out here fully clothed you see. I thought, Oh No, your smugly face, Your smile I will wipe off. You do not think that I will come out...

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I was turning the bed, knife-deep in dirt when I felt it: that ache in the wrists from too much tending. And there she was again— not in the muscle, in the memory. Being her friend was like this: feeding a ghost with phantom limbs, never full, never proof enough. She wore collapse like a weather system borrowing against good nature, demanded every last bit of attention— prostration...

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It was time for them to face the out of doors. Five weeks ago, I planted them indoors as seeds. Yesterday, I planted the little tender plants in the garden. By nightfall, they were being beaten by the wind and rain, and it seemed that their likelihood for survival was dim. Today, I proped them up, providing a little...

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Outside my house, there is a crane. Much to my disdain. Tearing up my lawn looking for fossils. But is it really worth tearing up my garden that’s full? Tempting, trouble. There are no valuables in the rubble. Only a few spiders which feel frightful. Stealing the nutrients in the soil. I know I can replant soon. Saddened...

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For the blessed fruits of the blessed tree of life’s being, Persecution and crucifixion have their time in life’s seasons; Their demise coming with seasons of resurrection and ascension:- Seasoning of life from Genesis to Revelations, has its time; Let us ever be mindful that we’re fruits of God’s balboa tree of life, With a quartet of years to sow...

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In plowing God's love, let us sow seeds of His peace; raking away war:-...

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Let's cultivate souls in blooming gardens of wisdom: Eden remembered:-...

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The Master Gardener makes no mistake About His pruning, nor of what He must break. It's because He's The Creator of it all! So He knows all that must fall. Trusting, let your "Sap" of Spring-Joy flow, Always and faithfully, even if you don't know The ways or times of Harvest coming soon, All the excellence and blessings in the time to...

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I wish I had the energy to do my garden proud. But my poor back is groaning It is groaning very loud. I have some great intentions to spend an afternoon digging in the garden. But they evaporate real soon. In another life, not so very long ago I could spend all day in the garden I would dig...

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