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Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, lonely,

Yesterday you were my Garden

I sit in your garden alone
Alone, thinking of yesterday
Yesterday the sun was shining
Shining on our perfect moment

For Nette's four line contest.

Being it was four lines I thought I would choose Visual 4.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: blue, death, garden,

Black Flowers Bloom

Skies so grey
Heart so blue
Flowers of the past come to bloom
Love has kissed the stems
Pain has poisoned the blooms
The flowers are black as death itself
They speak to no one
Living in a veiled garden of darkness
Shrouded in mourning
Lingering for autumns death to devour them
Flowers in waiting
Clouds dance in anticipation
The coliseum of life has another festival
Of the slaughtered flowers
Crushed back to dust
The stars above
Stare down in silence
Knowing their fate is sealed
In a billion years or so
Death shall devour them too

Poem Details | by john anusie |
Categories: friendship, inspirational, sympathy

To the flowers in my garden( For RIZZY of SAMI)

Oh beautiful flowers 
in my garden patch
downcast by 
a debilating cross of snow,
the laments from your 
petals fallen
rings in the ear of
one who still see
an appealing song
in you in an appaling season
and enjoins you:
We  plough the grapes that be.
Summer is NEVER far away.

Poem Details | by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: beauty, death, food, garden, home, life, nature,


       garden guardians
weave silver silk tapestries
      insect embellished

Syllables checked at

Poem Details | by Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories: death, earth, garden,

Death Petals

Silver scythe shimmers Ebony fog embraces bones Earth gleams as gardens His skeleton shines Bursting into blinding vines Souls breathe through poets Words wave in wishes Alive we scribe our hauntings Bells of poetry January 6th 2019 Contest: Jan 2019 Wk 2, Any Form, Any Theme Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Sponsor: Brian Strand

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: garden, grief, wisdom,


The most fertile soil 

to plant the tree of wisdom

is to be found 

in the garden of grief! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
      16 July 2020

Poem Details | by Albert Price |
Categories: faith, inspirational, life, philosophy, sympathy, blue,


Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of  resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.

So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: adventure, birth, class, community, future, garden, image,


Batu Tulug near the bridge
In the small village people fish
In the river they cross the bridge
The white stone hill a heritage
There are coffins of the old dead
At the peak they are buried

I love you peace. Let’ sail together. Layag Sug!
16 October 2014, Peak Hut Batu Tulug
Heritage Museum. Salam Jumaat.

Poem Details | by Balveen Cheema |
Categories: absence, bereavement, death, father daughter, fruit, garden, introspection,

Outside My Window

Outside My Window

I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother 
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.

Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith

Poem Details | by tim bledsoe |
Categories: death, loss, mother, tribute,

garden mother

She was a loving gardner growing four boys, she was called home by God when her love had taken root, now she is a gardener for His flowers.

Poem Details | by tim bledsoe |
Categories: death, funeral, loss, tribute,

Garden Mother II

A beautiful lady lovingly growing flowers, grew nothing more precious to her than her sons while bound to earth. She was called home to be with God when her earthly plants had taken root and now she tends God's gardens.

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: garden,

Garden Death

Garden Lovely, exquisite Budding, growing, creeping All sweet Summer and into the Fall Fading, shrinking, dwindling Sorrowful, forlorn Death ______________________ October 10, 2016 Poetry/Diamonte/Garden Death Copyright Protected, ID 16-837-053-10-10 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Diamonte sponsor, J. Thompson Seventh Place

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: america, cat, death, garden,

Randomling 28: Guilt By Association

Fresh morning light frames
a cat, surrounded by piles of 
dirt and deceased plants,
looking innocent.

Poem Details | by Brian Johnston |
Categories: death, life,

Haiku: Garden Pests

rat with bushy tail
mesh trap black hole for squirrels
swimming school failures

Brian Johnston
October 22, 2015

Poem Details | by Jeralynn Clark |
Categories: caregiving, death, love, mother, nature

Around The Garden

Around The Garden

Gardenia Jasminoids

My mother’s health began to fail
I came to care and help her smile
She had a little Gardenia tree
But no flowers did she see.

I tended her with love and toil,
fertilized and loomed with soil,
was in the spring before she left,
Gardenia blooms to her I set.

Now, in the spring, she walks with me 
among the garden, around the trees.
Graceful Gardenia, fragrance be,
You bloom for all eternity.

Poem Details | by Prasenjit Banerjee |
Categories: funeral, garden,

The Fallen Leaf

Millenniums have I traversed through mists and thunder Hovering above volcanoes, stretching through sea-caves My passionate trips surfaced along the meander Of mountain ridges, swaying like a marooned slave My autumnal greenness suffered a parch In the days of searing summer pretty much During winter the swirling wind laid me astray Summer again to turn me green from grey Suffering from others’ pains I writhed The days of intense agony were built The confounding rays of sun made me swoon Was I born again? Was it nature’s boon? Today I look up at the distant Sun Covertly content; I have made my run

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: death, flower, garden, love, may, nature, sorrow,

the lawnmower man

the lawn mower man
so savagely slaughtering
the beautiful things

he-loves-me-not daises weep 
for broken forget-me-nots

by gail

Poem Details | by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: death, destiny, love, romance,

The Garden Spider's Date

A feisty female spider

felt a plucking on her web.

And she let a yellow suitor in,

who crawled among her threads.

And when the night was ending,

she could not let him go,

because the lives inside her now,

needed nourishment to grow.

Some day she'd tell her babies,

the gift of life their daddy gave.

And how, almost, right up until 

the very end, he was so very brave. 


Poem Details | by Shihabudheen Kumbidi |
Categories: earth day, flower, funeral, garden, green, life, nature,


The Silent white grave,
Muted chirrups of sparrows
Fallen petals of Green dreams
Just put your ear very close
Hear the last melodies 
Sung by a cuckoo.
Gaze at the White surface
See the last steps of grassy dances!
Just Smell it,
Feel the last blooming of a jasmine!
A forest is sleeping inside a paper.

You are strange Creature!
Same as a human, 
Writing poems about forests,
trees, worms, rivers, and leaves.
Pretending not to see
That you are writing on a white grave!
Killing the word “Sincerity”
Burying the corpse of a forest!

Poem Details | by Ggg Bbb |
Categories: death, dog, flower, garden, girl, relationship,

Dogcatcher's death and song

Actually he was not very witty, not especially lonely too.

Poem Details | by fasy ibrahim |
Categories: goodbye, grief,

Rose Garden

Where was I?
In my rose garden
Where life blossomed; no more

(December to December 
Sowing hope, reaping despair) 

My rose garden; dead and dreary 
So Long!, 
I shall water you; nevermore! 

Poem Details | by Habzy Nub |
Categories: funeral, garden,

Garden of peace

In this dark garden of peace
In front of me you lay
in this cubic box of stone
and on it it had your name

i prayed to god
that you would go to heaven
and i walked out...
of this garden of peace

Poem Details | by Tyler Rawlings |
Categories: death, death of a friend, garden, remember, sorrow, water, woman,

Still Waters

Dark rose petals and ashes sit upon still waters
I wouldn’t dare ruin it with my reflection
The top of the pines trees is all the water needs.
I taste the death on my fingertips
The fragrance of the roses hurt my heart.
She was here once,
Up the hill from where the fountain lay.
So softly on her knees
She would look back and smile at me
The orange bucket besides her filled with weeds.
I can still smell the dark soil as she stood
And wiped her hands on her jeans.
The garden lays in ruin, overgrown with weeds
All I can do is look with sadness
On dark rose petals and ashes upon still waters.

Poem Details | by Charles Pullen |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, garden, growth, imagery, perspective, sympathy,

Fading Hibiscus

Fading pink Petals, 
Resolute to die,drooping 
Towards gravel grave.
Sprinklers cast,their last goodbye,
Daybreak:whites now your color.

Poem Details | by Mona Karaki |
Categories: courage, death, flower, garden, home, house, visionary,


With strong feet i step into the battlefield
A gun in my hand behind gods shield 
Leaving the dearest to my heart behind
I see the flowers at the side of the mourning streets
A part burned a part of them weeps
Sounds of thunder fall down from the sky

But i keep on moving with my eyes wide open 
trying to keep my head up high

At some point i remember the smell of peace
At home in my garden where birds used to sing

I'll face death just to be born again
I will kill death with my own bare hands if i can

And if death might lay me down for an endless sleep

I'll wake up in my garden right at the centre of my dreams

And death in both ways i will defeat