Good poems will make you feel emotions. Great poems will leave you wanting more! Here are 12 great garden poems and quotes for your reading pleasure.
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Poems are written literature that is rhythmic and singsong in nature. They often offer imaginative storytelling and descriptive ways to convey information. Poems also have different forms (i.e. haiku, sonnet, limerick), but the emotion that is invoked in the reader is a good indication of its quality.
Good poems will make you experience different feelings, but great ones are succinct and will leave you wanting more!
Have you ever read one that made you cry, laugh, or even grimace in fear? I’ve personally read one entitled God’s Garden. Reading it after my grandmother’s funeral invoked in me strong emotions of sadness and grief, but also of content. Who knew those short but flowery words could induce such things.
We’ve compiled famous garden poetry quotes, garden poems for funerals, as well as short garden poems. Hopefully, they too will make you feel a cacophony of emotions.
5 Famous Garden Poems and Quotes
Down by the Salley Gardens Poem by William Butler Yeats
Down by the Salley Gardens My love and I did meet;
She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river, my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
New Feet Within My Garden Go by Emily Dickinson
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
My Garden Prayer Poem by Keith Wilson
I love my little garden Lord
Which you have given me
I thank you for this heaven
Where I can feel so free
I pray each night to give me strength
To sow more wondrous seeds
And for you to bless the birds
Who fly right in to feed
I bless you for my sight and smell
To enjoy the flowers so
And all the bees and butterflies
Who gently come and go
So bless my little garden Lord
It gives me peace and joy
For I have prayed each night to you
Since I was just a boy
Secret Garden Poem by Rita Dove
I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers,
and the snails sighed under their baggage of stone . . .
Now your tongue grows like celery between us:
Because of our love-cries, cabbage darkens in its nest;
the cauliflower thinks of her pale, plump children
and turns greenish-white in a light like the oceans.
I was sick, fainting in the smell of teabags,
when you came with tomatoes, good poetry.
I am being wooed. I am being conquered
by a cliff of limestone that leaves chalk on my breasts.
The Garden Poem by Andrew Marvell
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays;
And their incessant labors see
Crowned from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose.
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men:
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow;
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.
No white nor red was ever seen
So amorous as this lovely green;
Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
Cut in these trees their mistress’ name.
Little, alas, they know or heed,
How far these beauties hers exceed!
Fair trees! wheresoe’er your barks I wound
No name shall but your own be found.
When we have run our passion’s heat,
Love hither makes his best retreat:
The gods who mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race.
Apollo hunted Daphne so,
Only that she might laurel grow,
And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on the grass.
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Here at the fountain’s sliding foot,
Or at some fruit-tree’s mossy root,
Casting the body’s vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide:
There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets and combs its silver wings;
And, till prepared for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.
Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walked without a mate:
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But ’twas beyond a mortal’s share
To wander solitary there:
Two paradises ‘t were in one
To live in Paradise alone.
How well the skillful Gardner drew
Of flowers and herbs this dial new;
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run;
And, as it works, the industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
4 Garden Poems for Funerals
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My Mother’s Garden Poem by Anonymous
My Mother kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
She planted all the good things,
That gave my life its start.
She turned me to the sunshine,
And encouraged me to dream:
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.
And when the winds and rains came,
She protected me enough;
But not too much, she knew I’d need
To stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example,
Always taught me right from wrong;
Markers for my pathway
To last my whole life long.
I am my Mother’s garden,
I am her legacy.
And I hope today she feels the love,
Reflected back from me
If Roses Grow in Heaven Poem by Kirsten Preus
If Roses grow in Heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
Nothing Gold Can Stay Poem by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
God’s Garden Poem by D. W. Mcconway*
*There are varying authors on various websites
God looked around his garden,
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest;
God’s garden must be beautiful- He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain;
He knew you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And hills were hard to climb
So he closed your weary eyelids, and whispered,
“Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone,
For a part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
3 Short Garden Poems
Fireflies in the Garden Poem by Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really starring at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
Spring Crocus Haiku by Shannon Schofield
To my hungry ears today
Spring will be here soon
Flowers in My Garden Poem by Sarah Shahzad
There’s a Garden in a special town,
Belongs to a special one,
They had many lilies with roses,
But they can’t find and figure it out,
Somehow they found something they don’t see,
A flower that can be special as it be,
Unknown color, they say,
Wishing they could stay,
In the garden of flowers,
With special kind, they find,
Wishing they could keep,
Unknown with the lilies and roses.
Wrapping It Up
Poems are pieces of literary works that are rhythmic and imaginative. There are many forms of poems, but the really good ones could induce in the reader varying emotions.
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