Garden Poems

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

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  • By Marie Church
  • Published: April 2011
My Garden Is My Sanctuary

As I look out to my garden
I feel a sense of pride
It really is a lovely room
Except it is outside.

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  • By Lois E. Felder
  • Published: February 2006
Garden Of Gold

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

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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 the best of what nature could bring.

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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.

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  • By Sophia Joy
  • Published: April 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

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