Love Poems About Garden or Garden Love Poems
by Ink Empress |
Categories: emotions,

If stars were Gold

In your absence I float in psychedelic ink to design a labyrinth with rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors. But, if stars were gold, and I am love, you'll be the poetic garden that feeds my soul. Maybe, someday, I'll be more than just a faltering feather~will you then, remind me, how to sing again, steal the light behind the jade moon?

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, how i feel, love,

Within Her Heart

Within her heart is where I wish to be
To dwell inside the garden of her soul
Where each soft heartbeat plays a symphony
And all around is beauty to behold

The sunshine of her love would keep me warm
My one desire, to take life's pain away
Consoling her when clouds of sadness form
Removing troubles of each stressful day

Should something cause her fragile heart to break
I'd gather up the pieces tenderly
With love I'd smooth the sharpness of heartache
Then put them back together lovingly

Within her heart is where her beauty lies
Her love, the light that shines within her eyes



   original poem by Daniel Turner

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: autumn, lost love,

Lilah of the Lilacs

Like violets were her eyes when first I spied the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked at me from bushes that she stood beside, alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked! And so it was that more and more I found myself among the lilacs in that place where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face. On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill of blossoming affection. Poetry was time we spent! But when my love fell ill, the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . . I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.


by Elaine George |
Categories: beauty, god, me, prayer,

A Gift From God - a Sonnet

I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and  touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And together, a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are  me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your  child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer -  away. 

                            ~~~~~

by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were
always sad, though I yearned for
glitter and my dad's guffaw, which
never came. Familiar things were 
always drear -- repeated motions 
in the same old game. There were 
only distant glimpses of budding
Spring, fleeting views of daffodils. 
The strongest poems dealt me 
death and dying. Still, I always 
hoped, never went under to gray 
despair, forever dreaming of a 
garden of love we could share -- 
but those forbidden delights 
faded quickly away. The only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal 
death and dying.

by Silent One |
Categories: grief, lost love,

Silence of the Butterflies

As sunrise silently marinaded morningtide meadows, our lips flowed like two streams, merging within an exclusive estuary so we set home upon the river bed. At first we floated like butterflies in Babylon, deaf to the squawks of mercenary crows, blind to the creeping weeds, which wandered amongst delicate petals nor did I notice our submerging embankment. As our estuary began to evaporate, you left me stranded in the silt and mud. My heart, once a blossoming garden, evolved into a wasteland of sedges and sludge. Still I wait for soothing streams to return, but all I am left with is marshland of regret and the silence of the butterflies.

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: care, garden, growth, heart, love, metaphor,

Flowers of the Heart

The garden of love bids tending
                 so often it pains us to render its due
when drought offers threat
and water is scarce
        and lovers forget what it means to be true

Yet love, like a garden, rewards us
    the flowers of the heart are worth all the pain
how else can we reap
that beautiful yield
        with little to lose and with so much to gain

When I think of where we first started
          with just the horizon to capture our view
my eyes now behold
what a garden can be
              with effort and love to carry it through

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, life, longing, love, night, spiritual,

The Lingering of Longing and Life

'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…

the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn 
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: depression, lost love, relationship,

Unwatered

'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find

As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made

Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress

Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.

5/14/21

by Ink Empress |
Categories: destiny,

Forbidden Freedom, first ever Collaboration with the Silent One

If "we" are a sin,
Why is my heart bleeding for you?
Why is my soul screaming out your name?

Chained by the links of horrors that hold me against you,
Towered high up above the ground,
Little did they know I'd crumble every bone just for you.
I would not wish such adversity upon my adversaries, such as the animosity which chastises our hearts.


Every precious petal in my garden has turned black, waiting for your lips to rejuvenate their vibrant hues.

Why must love be cursed by society's blindness,
or has Cupid's ignorance plagued our forbidden fate. Maybe death is the only freedom for our devotion 

by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: introspection, joy, love, romantic,

I Got a Love


I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone

How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

I Met Her On a Tuesday

Hints of lilac filtered through the garden
a pretty butterfly just sat at rest
me  lost in amazement
soft rays of sunshine clinging to my chest

The stone bench held my attention
as love notes floated through the air
my heart was in a flutter
sensing she was near

Her eyes were sweet as honey
her skin had that special glow
her lips so moist they begged for me
to memorize the passion that they showed

I met her on a Tuesday
that's when the world for me would shift
the stars shot past the heavens
as our souls would forever drift

by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: love, stars,

Anticipation of Love

Fireflies danced amongst the shrubs,
Nocturnal fragrance filled the garden,
Sweet melodies of violin
Wafted into the serenity 
Of our quiet neighbourhood.
How could I not dream of my love?

On the hammock beneath an old oak
I lay swinging gently to the tune,
A rhapsody weaving a magical spell. 
Thoughts drifting into night's allure.

Will she come to me to count our stars?
Would she regale me with many a kiss
As passionate as each nebula
That adorned so heavenly our sky?
There the trill of the nightingale
Suddenly hushed as she approached.
I felt elated with the anticipation of love.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

Transformed

One summer in a garden at midnight,
I chanced upon an angel standing where
the moon made a mosaic with its light.
He must have come from heaven; oh how fair
his alabaster skin and eyes of blue!
The guardian of my heart he might be.
How wrong I was! For that which would ensue
was nothing like what he had promised me.

At first his eyes were azure skies until
the dark clouds came; my angel man transformed.
The windows to his soul gave me a chill.
His mind was twisted like a maze. There stormed
inside his body a chimera soul,
for wickedness had swallowed him up whole.

Written February 14, 2016
for the Chimera World Contest of  Nayda Ivette Negron

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, flower, garden,

Pretty Dragonfly Spreads Love

In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a 
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly.  She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow.  This little dragonfly did her best to fit in, nurturing each aspect of the meadow as was her right.


		           pretty dragonfly
                 spreading love to the flowers
                          expecting nothing

by Quoth Theraven |
Categories: devotion, growing up, morning, true love,

What Font Type the Heart

Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb..
to straighten this messed heart cowlick I own.

Few well paired wanderlust seek a divine pardon..
still fancy the folly of youth's far flung travels.
Two trespass meadow lost to petal lined garden,
til intimacy's last mystery unravels.

Darting dawn awakes to write upon love's torn page.. 
parting drawn in true type font in spite of heart's age.

by Silent One |
Categories: heaven, love,

When I'm gone

Meet in Eden's garden, where life first gave birth. A beautiful paradise, pure and serene. Amidst verdant petals, not seen on this Earth, flowing in rainbow hues on lush lawns of green. Like Adam and Eve, we'll roam in jasmine air, adrift in nature's splendour without a care. Sing lullabies with angels, as we hold hands. Watch fluorescent sunsets in eternal lands.

by Eve Roper |
Categories: winter,

The Color Palette of the World Has Changed

The color palette of the world has changed.
Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky.
The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall.
Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over in the garden;
yet the passion, fragrant, rosebud cherry and amber
honeysuckle vine, twines round the wooden arbor,
inviting the few scarce bees to come to its nectar.
Forbearance wooden starlings and mourning doves
move on with their singing and coo-OO-oo throughout the day.
Warm breath onto the cold window, a traced note of love.


10/1/2023

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: beauty, dance, happiness, inspiration, music, uplifting, world,

Be the Poem

the world craves
more artists
creative souls
sensitive antennas
conceptual skills
performing arts
artisans of beauty
painters
crafters
poets
musicians
dancers
the world craves
more expression
more love
more magic

your life is your gift
back to the universe

be the poem
that moves the world



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023

Read on air by invitation  ~  July 14, 2021  'WORDS & MUSIC'

AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on July 13, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 14 POETRY CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on June 20, 2019

by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, angst, poetry,

Petal Soul


My heart resembles the fragility of a petal.
Blossoming behind metaphors within poetry.
The beauty is in the grandeur of their silence.

I portray my words for you to study my silence,
but you seem blind to how I'm wilting like a petal.
You always seem to believe it's the art of poetry.

Would you still love me if I stopped writing poetry.
Could you comprehend my timid tongue's silence,
so I bloom in your garden as an evergreen petal.

Seek my petal soul in poetry, beyond the silence.

by Hiya Sharma |
Categories: art, emotions, heart, imagery, moon, sun, sunset,

Sequins Of Savannah Sunset


I'm an estuary of ivy-furs, sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~ as the savannah sun of sunset blurs, slowly unveiling stars with golden glove. When russet- fairies twirl in a bronze lake, singing with springs of watermelon wand, an untouched summer unfurls behind ache, lacing twilights with lush wishes, so fond. Garden of grapefruit, doesn't forbid faith, exotic eyes paint life with a rare art, where hilly hues drape seashores ~ daisy-bathe, my muse weaves magic on the 'bay of heart'.

by Skat A |
Categories: adventure, art, beauty, encouraging, first love, inspirational, journey, me, vanity, visionary,

Forgotten Treasure

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

             SKAT

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: beauty, celebration, passion, summer,

- the Summer Strength and Beauty -

The birds in the garden singing their songs

They tell their story with the heart of summer

A place of silence and aromatic flowers

Where hearts dance of happiness, passion and love

This sweet moment, with blue lilies growing in edge of the road

I can not find reality more beautiful anywhere else

It is a thought of escape from the world of realities

Where my heart is resting and nothing can disturb






03.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: celebration, joy, new year, spring,

Persian Haiku 2

Persian Haiku 2

What a gorgeous view!
You and the flower garden,
I'm the butterfly.


Your eyes, the ocean;
The ocean colors your eyes.
Your hair is the wave.

Moon on the ocean, 
Your face is the reflection.
Always be alone.

I live with my heart,
All flowers are beautiful,
I love daffodils.

What a discussion,
I had with all my flowers.
Their breath smells nice.


3/20/2018 Haloo

Note: Iranians/Persians Celebrate today, the first day of spring as their new year. We call this day Norooz or Nowruz, it translates as New Day. From my family to yours,  Norooz Mobarak ....Happy New Year.

by Jan Allison |
Categories: beauty, flower, garden, nature,

Pretty Pansies

Seeds Planted Then nurtured See how they’ve grown Into pretty pansies for my garden How I love to see their smiling faces In lovely shades Of purple Pink and Red They Brighten My borders Bringing colour Especially on wet dreary dull days Triple Tetractys 2 Contest sponsored by Eve Roper Checked with how many syllables 07~15~16