20 Garden Poems
Share these garden poems with members of your garden club or
with someone who
has a passion for planting. Also, we hope you find inspiration in the verses.
As Abram L. Urban once said, "In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.
My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams.
The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful."
We hope you enjoy these garden poems and share them with the gardener in your life!
We hope these nature poems remind you of the amazing beauty of a garden.
What Is A Garden?
Poet: Reginald Arkell
What is a garden?
You've go a garden,
To one it is a piece of ground
For which some gravel must be found.
To some, those seeds that must be sown,
To some a lawn the must be mown.
To some a ton of Cheddar rocks;
To some it means a window box;
To some, who dare not pick a flower-
A man, at eighteen pence an hour.
To some, it is a silly jest
About the latest garden pest;
To some, a haven where they find
Forgetfulness and peace of mind...
What is a garden
Large or small
'Tis just a garden,
A Garden Fair
by Helen A. Fussell
I will sing you a song
Of a garden fair,
Wherein were sown seeds
That brought blossoms rare.
Love, joy and kindness,
And hearty good cheer,
Were the seeds that were sown
And flowered here.
The garden fair
Was a little child’s mind,
And the seeds were these thoughts,
Just the very best kind.
A Garden Can Be
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A garden can be a place of peace for me
Watching nature and flowers be
The gentle breeze that blows around
Can be such a gentle sound.
A garden can be a place to work
With weeds attacking in the lurk
While we dig them out of dirt
The weeds our flowers will not hurt.
A garden can be a place of beauty
Filled with flowers that are so groovy
A tiny seed planted, and then it blooms
The fragrance can soon consume.
The garden a place for all to enjoy
Even for the little girls and boys.
It is a place to see nature in action
Gardening can be such a passion!
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower - but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
What You Plant
Poet: H. Joseph Chadwick
You've planted love and friendship,
And since you planted those,
Your garden's surely blooming
With lovely memories . . .
And life has been much brighter
For everyone you've known
Because of all the gladness
And happiness you've sown!
Poet: Patience Strong
I went in the garden this morning at dawn -
And there in the grass on the shimmering lawn -
Were hundreds of cobwebs -
Like fairy nets spread -
Bejewelled with dew -
I was fearful to tread -
For here was a thing that no human had made -
And breathless with wonder, I stood still, afraid -
That beauty so fragile would vanish from sight -
This miracle wrought on my lawn - overnight.
We build great air-monsters with huge steely wings,
We build guns and cities and marvelous things -
And yet could we make overnight, with our hands -
This network of delicate, gossamer strands?
And I think I'm clever to work a design, with needle and silks -
Just to follow the line, marked out by a transfer -
Quite simple and plain...
The spiders must think we are terribly vain.
A Garden Is
Poet: William Arthur Ward
A garden is a lovely place,
Where seeds burst through the sod,
A garden is a partnership,
Between two hands and God.
A garden is a restful place,
Where gentle breezes blow. . .
A family of growing things,
Where souls can also grow.
Poet: Edwin Markham
Who digs a well, or plants a seed,
A sacred pact he keeps with sun and sod:
With these he helps refresh and feed
The world, and enters partnership with God.
My Heart Shall By Thy Garden
Poet: Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell
Thy heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own,
Into thy garden; thine be happy hours
Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers,
From root to crowning petal, thine alone.
Thine is the place from where the seeds are sown
Up to the sky enclosed, with all its showers.
But ah, the birds, the birds! Who shall build bowers
To keep these thine? O friend, the birds have flown.
For as these come and go, and quit our pine
To follow the sweet season, or, new-comers,
Sing one song only from our alder-trees.
My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine,
Flit to the silent world and other summers,
With wings that dip beyond the silver seas.
by Martha Haskell Clark
Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I’ll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
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