Garden Poems

Throughout the world there are many different gardens that people have designed. In a Japanese garden, every tree is perfectly pruned, without a leaf out of place. Nothing is planted without forethought as to the exact place appropriate to it. There are English gardens that are famous for their roses and perfect lines of shrubbery. The number of garden types are too numerous to mention. One thing is true of all gardens. It is joint creation between man's intention to create a space of tranquility and nature's ability to comply.

Nature Poems about Gardens

Garden Poetry 1-6 of 6

  • by Lois E. Felder
  • Published: 2/15/2006
Garden Of Gold

I walk through the garden,
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers,
That grandma raised.

In the middle,
Of this garden of gold,
Stood this one,
Single red stem …

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Secret Garden

I have a secret garden,
Where I can laugh and play.
I have a secret garden,
Often it's there I stay.

I have a secret garden,
No one else knows its location,
I have a secret …

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  • by Pearlyn
  • Published: 4/17/2011
Beauty of Nature Poem, An Evening Hour

It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,
The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.
So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,
Sitting and enjoying …

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The Fields Of Happiness

People say it is a field,
A lovely field of happiness.
With flowers spread,
Throughout this field.
So clear and blue.
The sun,
Shining ever so brightly.
Birds chirping …

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  • by Sophia Joy
  • Published: 4/17/2011
This Secret Garden

The river that exists in my back garden was all but untouched by the tips of my toes in the middle of summer.
Days and days went by where nothing but beads of sweat were drawn from the moisture in …

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