Garden Pastoral Poems | Examples
These Garden Pastoral poems are examples of Pastoral poems about Garden. These are the best examples of Pastoral Garden poems written by international poets.
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 and cultivate our seeds of justice:-
Thus, it’s time to get plowing and uprooting unjust seeds
Sown in the God given riverside just soil of His trees;
Indeed, as faithful garden balboa trees of God given life,
May we be in the blooming of ripe fruits His coming justice:-
May our plow sheds be ever fully stocked with tools of courage
And faithful determination, cultivating us with God sent liberation:-
And while trials and tribulations may endure for grueling nights,
Let us be bearers of fruitful mornings;
Indeed, let us be as the fruiting sun in joyous dawning liberation,
And let bigotry be as a waning moon:-
Visit to Jade Garden
Visiting Jade Garden
Nar Chungcheong, South Korea
On a beautiful spring day,
The cherry trees were in full flower
Pink and white petals
The scent of cherry trees in the air.
Other trees just starting to bloom
Red, yellow and white tulips
Beginning to bloom.
The sounds of spring all around
Birds singing
People walking about.
Talking to one another
As they wander the pathway
Taking in the springtime splendor.
The sun warming up
The pathway winding
.Through the Forrest.
Always with you, I love to walk,
Under the sun, above the hills,
On the shore, to share and talk,
As my heart like the waves, enthralls.
From there, I’ll take you to the garden unbound,
Like butterflies varied, over the flowers,
Flapping their wings, sensuously around,
I ought you be beside, vibrant, all the hours.
Together we’ll look at the stars of night,
Mesmerizing the tribe, silvery, too beautiful a sight,
Your crescent smile, forever, emboldens each moment of mine,
This blissful feeling embarks my still soul with ceaseless shine.
Suburban Pastorale
(I walk in nature still alone. Thoreau)
Among purchased trees
he seeks repose
and bruised
by civic alienation
forgets that Eden's cleft
has led to all that's made.
But surely he knows
Man and Nature
bound only by cultivation
are not the same.
For he, like most,
prefers his nature tame.
A November wind has roared for days.
Dead garden stalks lay bent and frayed.
The proud maple now stands undressed
In drifts of yellow against the fence.
Broken remnants lay on the yard;
A scattered blast of limbs’ discard,
And yellow litter in blissful calm.
A roaring November wind is gone.
The crickets have hushed and gone to sleep.
All nestled beneath the barberry.
While snowbirds busy the hedges to feed
Where ruffling winds misplaced their seeds.
Sadly, the walnut has nothing left to shed,
But an ivy still clings in brilliant red.
A rusted barn roof is left exposed
Where distant arbors used to grow.
And chimneys sew their grey, woolen clouds
For the bleak sky wears a sullied shroud.
The curls of smoke gracefully unwind.
As for me, a pensive knot inside.
To see the snowbird’s round, feathered breast,
And to think. Each year uncoils from the next.
Bright leaves that held such hope in June,
I’ve collected to make a sick perfume.
And piled these treasures in a heap;
Now smoldering and weeping in the heat.
I huddle closer to the crackling flame,
Knowing that winter will come again.
Summer nears its end
racing
through the weeks now passed
with little left to do
the garden
winding down and fading.
Autumn
peeks around the corner
colors teasing on the greens.
Nesting complete
fledglings all gone
nests and birdhouses empty.
The gathering begins
squirrels, groundhogs, chipmunks
beginning to store for winter cold.
Pleasant days await
cooler and colorful etchings
waiting their turn to shine.
Blooms fade
flowers turn to seed
preparations for next spring.
The cycle continues
with patterns of life
renewed and rejuvenated
lagging momentarily
in the holding pattern
to end summer’s stay.
If there is a god and how is it possible, there is not,
then he would be right here
sitting next to me on this bench.
He would already know and see
the peace and tranquility
lying in the midst of the yard’s activity
as it is set aside from the world around.
These wooden fences
high and stiff
close in this safe escape
from the turmoiled anxiety beyond the gate.
He would rest momentarily
recalling to me the story of the first garden
with all its possibilities,
now lost.
The trees would bow in the wind
sweeping a grand display of thank yous
in gratitude to the wonders
of his magnificent design.
The waters would flow clear and untainted
singing praise to its Creator
who gave life to all around
the birds, the fish, creatures and humankind.
Then, when he was satisfied and refreshed
with the beauty, hope and love that thrives
He’d move on
to other tasks.
Unveiling Hues
The earthly gardens of paradise unveil prismatic hues of ecstasy.
December 5, 2015
Contest: One Liner Two
Sponsor: Silent One
Telepathic Music
Drip-drop, drip-drop
On the the tin roof
Above our rustic garages
We sat on our couches
Silently gazing at the sloping lawns
Overlooking the rivulet
Warming our hands
On our mugs of
Aromatic costa rican coffee
My teenaged cherub
Sprang up at the sound of
Tin-tin, tinkle-tinkle
Jingling of our wind-chimes
Our aural garden ornament
She winked and dashed out
Into the lawns stretching her hands
As if to catch the wind
Kicked off her shoes
Unpinned her long wavy copper tresses
Tapping hip-hopping in the slushy grass
Joy vibrating in every gyration
Breaking down all norms of restrictions
A freedom of the heart
A fluidity in the music of the soul and heart
Heard by her lissome body
Freely expressed by the gravity of her body
My joy knew no bounds
At the telepathic music
Heard by her and transmitted to me
As the rain gods continued with
Their harmonica for their audience
October 4, 2015
contest: So I Thought Of This Line
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Birds -End Line Word Poem-
At sunrise I saw the humming -Birds
With excited wings they -Flew
To abundant gardens -Where
They found clusters of fragrant -Flowers
That their groaning hungry bellies might -Have
'Nough to drown in with lip smacking - Honey.
HONOURABLE MENTION
Balveen Cheema
August 9, 2015
In my garden there stands a tree
Its roots and leaves grow free
The changing seasons on you I see
Lord Jesus I believe
That you are a the creator of all things
But how sad was Satan’s sting
He had eves heart on a string
So entered into the garden sin
But God then sent His only son
A precious journey that has begun
To make his precious children one
And every battle for us He has won
There upon that hard cruel tree
My Jesus gave His life for me
As I bow on bended knee
I truly am set free
And now in heaven He will take His place
Let’s all pick up on the pace
The goal of this good hard race
Is to see His glorious face
All yours, God said, eyes sweeping
Over an expanse of lush greenery across
A wide, deep gorge. A rolling carpet
Of lotus and daffodils in the shade
Of hillocks--juts of jumbled winking rocks.
All mine! ... Across this gorge! I mumbled.
How? ... I should need some help!
Reason said, I can't help.
Wisdom said, Neither can I.
Eyes squinted. I won't dare.
My heart throbbed, set on the rocks,
The treasures beneath the hills,
The lush garden sunning fresh bloom.
The gorge! The wide, deep gorge!
I must possess the land. Yes ... I must.
Then, faith whispered, I will help you.
I jerked. My eyes bulged. How? ...
Grasp the rope! A swing takes you there.
The rope! A swing! ... Grasp the rope!
Faith smiled. Yes ... His word.
I planted a seed, so tiny and small ,
And the seed opened up , to feed 'one and all'
What enchanted a seed' I dropped in it's hole ,
And it's skin broke to pieces , and it started to grow .
O'h the magic of nature' how it's coming along ,
" Tis the Seed of salvation ,come to take us all home ,
So get off of your rocker , and go sit on a chair ,
Do not ponder your future,
Cause it's all written down ,
Just beware he is coming ,
Do not yell, scream or frown .
I am your hope , and your guide ,
And I won't let you down
Cause I showed you my Garden ,
Planted seeds from the 'Crown .
It is time for repenting
Come to me as you are ,
And if you refuse me ,
Your time won't be too far .
Such a simple thing a breeze,
it pleases God to send.
Dancing partners for His flowers,
see how they bow and bend.
Showering blessings through the air,
refreshing flowers everywhere.
He dances with us through our days,
watching us bloom under His gaze.
The butterfly, it flutters by,
And yes flutter is the word--
For butterflies don't soar or buzz
Like other bugs, or birds.
They dance upon the summer breeze
As they flit about the air--
For a garden sweet, is incomplete
Lest butterflies are there.
But who knows whence they travel,
And who knows why they stay--
Perhaps they come to court the rose,
Or about the flowers play.
The monarch and the Morpheus,
And the other species too--
They cause the spring to sweetly sing
And enhance the lovely view.
So perhaps I'll find a garden,
And should fate allow it so--
Then I might see, the tissue she...
Flutter lightly to and fro.
The Butterfly Flutters By Contest
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
05/22/14