Famous Garden Poems

Hollyhocks Poem

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
The pansies in their patch of shade,
The violets, stolen from a glade,
The bleeding hearts and columbine,
Have long been garden friends of mine;
But memory every summer flocks
About a clump of hollyhocks . . . .
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The Rose

O, rose of June, thou art so fair!
Thy beauty our being entrances,
As though the sweet blossom-scent air,
The butterfly merrily dances . . . .
Read the complete poem, The Rose

Flowers

Flowers are loved by young and old,
As they gracefully unfold
Sweetness caught from Eden's bowers,
When at first God made the flowers:
Rich in every tint and hue,
Smiling, through their tears of dew;
Beauty's glory crowns their head,
As they peep from grassy bed . . . .
Read the complete poem, Flowers

Only A Flower Poems

Only a flower, on the pavement it lay,
Falling unseen from some beauteous bouquet;
Picked up by some one, and tended with care
It blooms now as fresh as it bloomed in the air . . . .
Read the complete poem at Only A Flower Poems

Oh! The Flowers

Oh! the flowers that bloom in beauty today,
Tomorrow may fade, so soon they decay.
They'll vanish from earth, ever summer is over,
They'll pass like the dew, and blossom no more . . . .
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Flower Garden Poem

Ah! hers was a bright and cheery place,
A quiet, secluded little spot,
Where, with her little flock around her,
She had a cheerful, happy lot . . . .
Read the complete poem, Flower Garden Poem

Bulbs

I've put my bulbs in coloured bowls and hidden them away -
Inside my cupboard, where they cannot see the light of day -
I've put them in the soft black mould as cosy as can be -
And in the quiet darkness they will work their mystery . . . .
Read the complete poem, Bulbs

The Garden Of Life

Life is so much like a garden, cluttered up with cares and weeds.
They rob it of its clean appearance, they are thoughtless words and deeds;
A life of fruitfulness I long for ..a cleaner lot to plant my seeds.

Not yet have they destroyed my garden, I must pull them right away;
Intruding weeds must be abandoned..Offensive words I must not say..
No selfish deeds may I leave growing, if deeds of worth would grow today.

I'll plant the best seeds in my garden, I'll fertilize it well with prayer..
I'll cultivate my deeds of kindness, water them with love and care;
Then wait for God to make my garden a thing of beauty..rich and rare!

I’ll take the showers as they fall,
I will not vex my bosom;
Enough, if at the end of all
A little garden blossom.
Tennyson

And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Shelley

A garden stored with peas,
and mint and thyme,
And flowers for posies.
Wordsworth

And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose,
The sweetest flower for scent that blows;
And all rare blossoms from ... every clime
Grew in that garden in per- ... feet prime.
Shelley

O painter of the fruits and flowers!
We thank thee for thy wise design
Whereby these human hands of ours
In Nature’s garden work with thine.
Whittier

Thy summer garden ne’er
Was lovelier with its birds and flowers
Than is this silent place of snow
With feathery branches drooping low.
Mary Howitt