Gardeners love all things gardens and gardening, and most of the time we love being busy in the garden, or in the kitchen preserving our precious bounty. However, we’re also creators at heart with a love of nature, which includes nurturing our nature with garden poems and poetry.
So please scroll through and enjoy these garden poems contributed by the GardensAll community and also our sister brand, iCreateDaily.com, where you might enjoy a garden metaphor.
GARDEN POETRY
Blooming Poems and Garden Poetry
WHAT IS BLOOMING
~Debra Yvonne Mathis, gardener, poet, artist
What if beauty was food?
Would you be nourished or starving?
Would you be rich or poor?
Would your heart be replete
or your life incomplete?
What is blooming
at your door?
Garden Poems
A Garden, by Shannon Schofield
A GARDEN
My body sits restful on this shore
My mind is idle and in a bore
My heart yearns for something more
And I thought of a garden
Daisies dancing in my mind
Regal roses smell so fine
Glads stand tall in a line
In my dream of a gardenShovel and spade ready to toil
As I push and dig in heavy soil
It’s so hot my blood will boil
As I construct a gardenRain and sun come from above
In a tree is a cooing dove
My heart is now filled with love
When I grow a gardenPermeating scents of mints and balm
As loud cicadas sing their song
All of this is peaceful calm
As I walk throughout a gardenTaters, maters, cukes delight
Each are worth all the plight
To have a plethora of food in sight
All because of a gardenNutrition and light will deploy
Fill my soul with enduring joy
Freedom of heart I now employ
Within the banks of a gardenMy soul is filled and now I know
As I watched my garden grow
All of this food to bestow
With the harvest of a gardenTwirling circles in a dance
~Shannon Schofield, poet, writer, gardener
Wildly moving in a trance
Now I know I have a chance
It is all because of a garden
Who Makes a Garden by Douglas Malloch
WHOEVER MAKES A GARDEN
~Douglas Malloch, poet, short stories, editor-American Lumberman 1877-1938
Whoever makes a garden. Has never worked alone;
the rain has always found it, The sun has always known;
The wind has blown across it. And helped to scatter seeds;
Whoever makes a garden. Has all the help he needs.
Whoever makes a garden. Should surely not complain,
With someone like the sunshine.And someone like the rain
And someone like the breezes.To aid him in his toil
And someone like the Father. Who gave the garden soil.
Whoever makes a garden, has, oh, so many friends;
The glory of the morning, the dew when daylight ends.
For rain and wind and sunshine, and dew and fertile sod;
And he who makes a garden, works hand and hand with God.
Between Soil and Sky, Garden Poem by Debra Yvonne Mathis
BETWEEN SOIL AND SKY
By Debra Yvonne Mathis, gardener, poet
There are the times of connection,
then there is the letting go…
once in a while,
someone’s hand is in mine,
but mostly,
I do not know.
Words sometimes visit me,
other times, I am bereft,
and what I experience is lost to the aethers,
and only mist is left.
But the garden is simply the garden,
perhaps blooming,
perhaps not,
I may be waiting on seeds to emerge with identities,
or instead, gathering compost to rot.
Yet the garden is just the garden.
It has a unified place;
whether blooming or going to seed,
this is its shifting face.
The soil is under my feet,
the sky touches my face,
and all my sorrows and leavings,
I give to this place.
All my griefs and grudges,
I put in the compost to change,
all my prayers and wishes,
to reality rearrange….
so when drought comes upon me,
may my faith bear me up;
when floods arrive and astound me,
may I still bear the full cup,
for the garden is the garden,
and I know blessings in its space,
with the soil touching my feet,
and the sky kissing my face.
Garden Songs & Lyrics
One of our most favorite garden songs ever by Lukas Nelson, who sounds so much like his dad, Willie.
Turn Off The News And Build a Garden
Song by Lukas Nelson, with Willie Nelson & Micah Nelson (Quarantunes Evening Session)
LYRICS:
TURN OFF THE NEWS AND BUILD A GARDEN
I believe that every heart is kind
Some are just a little underused
Hatred is a symptom of the times
Lost in these uneducated blues
I just want to love you while I can
All these other thoughts have me confused
I don’t need to try and understand
Maybe I’ll get up, turn off the news
Turn off the news and build a garden
Just my neighborhood and me
We might feel a bit less hardened
We might feel a bit more free
Turn off the news and raise your kids
Give them something to believe in
Teach them how to be good people
Give them hope that they can see
Hope that they can see
Turn off the news and build a garden with me
Trust builds trust
All that negativity’s a bust
Trust builds trust
Don’t you wanna be happy?
Turn off the news and build a garden
Just my neighborhood and me
We might feel a bit less hardened
We might feel a bit more free
Turn off the news and raise the kids
Give them something to believe in
Teach them how to be good people
Give them hope that they can see
Hope that they can see
Turn off the news and build a garden with me
Turn off the news and build a garden with me
Gardeners Poetry – Poems About Gardeners
GARDENERS ARE…
~LeAura Alderson, GardensAll.com
…Earthy, they dig dirt.
…Lofty, they love sun and sky.
…Whimsical, loving rainbows and butterflies.
…Artists, painting yards with flowers.
…Dreamers, their garden is their Eden.
…Poets, creating poetry with plants.
…Optimists, loving seeds of possibility to life.
…Creators most of all,
co-creating with The Creator.
Bees!! Poems and Garden Poetry
Since pollinators are essential to gardening, and some gardeners also have bees, we’re sharing these bee poems from a gardener-beekeeper in our community.
Shannon Schofield is a beekeeper, poet, writer, and business owner pursuing her market gardening and homesteading dreams that include the best honey in Alabama (an award received), and growing and selling herbal teas. Shannon is a moderator for the Planting for Retirement group as well as a member of the iCreateDaily for Creators Facebook group.
CONTRIBUTOR: Shannon DeAnna Schofield:
This poem was written after I was attacked by my bees. I approached the colony after eating a banana, That’s a HUGE NO! Their warning pheromone smells like bananas. When I popped their top they rushed me. I started running, with the top cover filled with angry bees still in my hand. Momma saw me and started to run over to help. “NOOOOOOOO!!!”
Never help a beekeeper who’s running. All you can do is pray bahaha! I finally tossed the top cover, still full of angry bees, into the woods and ran through a bush to lose the bees. When I calmed down and got all the stingers out of me I sat down to find the strength to go back in. These words came….I went back in.