Take a Stroll Through the Garden – a Collection of Garden Poems.
Take a Stroll Through the Garden
When gardens come alive with colour in bloom there is no better sight. Some flowers open their buds to the first breath of spring and continue their stunning display right through until the end of summer. Others hibernate until the winter when the chill of the ground on their bulbs seems to awaken them from their slumber. But whatever time of year or season it may be – flowers are a blooming miracle.
My Garden of Delight
As I perchance to stroll
Midst your erotic scented blooms,
My senses are assailed
And deep desires are moved.
French lavender stands inviting,
Like Venus rising from the foam.
Licked by tiny flames of red hot pokers
Beckoning, seducing.
While the wide green fronds
Of windmill palms
Hover like giant fans
Behind which gossips hide.
A row of yellow tulips
With heads held high,
Dancing the tango,
Invoking thoughts of lovers’ passion.
The Mother-in-law’s tongue
With long pointed leaves.
Its horns of lust beckoning
The path to temptation.
Delicate forget-me-nots
Shed their tiny petals,
Like some torn up
A tell-tale love letter.
One lonely ruby-red rose bleeds,
Within its thorns,
Like a broken heart,
Stabbed by blood-soaked daggers.
And the pretty poet’s jasmine
With flowers of starry white,
Overtakes me with its scent,
In my garden of delight.
God’s Garden
Stop and listen to the birds
Chirping and singing
Celebrating the freedom of flight.
Beautiful coloured feathers
Glistening,
Spreading to catch the sun.
Ants march busily,
Tireless workers gathering food
To feed the colony.
Bountiful,
Trees and shrubs abound,
Flowering,
Cleansing our precious air,
Attracting rain
To refresh our parched land.
Small native bees and honey bees
Sharing flowers and gathering pollen,
Golden honey to produce.
Nature’s glory
Welcome to God’s garden.
Gardening With Sage
The garden erupts in colours bright,
A kaleidoscope of blooms.
Sage slowly strolls among the beds
While singing Enya tunes.
She’d planted seeds and cuttings
And tendered them with love.
She watered, mulched, and gave them food,
And sunshine from above.
The seeds soon sprouted into shoots,
The cuttings struck and grew.
So, now the garden came alive
To pay Sage back her due.
Violets, daisies, peonies,
Foxgloves, pansies all a-rage.
But none could match her namesake flower,
The striking purple sage.
by John Hansen © various dates
Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction, and thoroughly enjoying this, especially flash fiction.
I have been fortunate to have two poems made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren.
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I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.
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John nice work my friend. You made the garden come alive. I really love the smell of fresh, hand-picked sage, so aromatic. The first poem really took off for me. It was passionate and quick paced when I was reading it. Nice work.
Thank you Paul. Always great to get your comments. have a good day.
Thank you, John, for letting me take a stroll through the gardens. With your skill of vivid imagery I could almost smell the freshness and fragrance of the lovely flowers. Wonderful verse and well penned. I love it.
Hi Phyllis, thank you for taking a stroll through the gardens. Glad you enjoyed the flowers. Much appreciated.
What an incredible journey this walk through your garden has been! I also believe that flowers are miracles. Your poem proves it. Jamie
Thank you for joining me for a stroll through the garden Jamie. Yes, flowers are certainly miracles, and I thank you for such a generous comment.
What a refreshing stroll you gave this poet. I felt total relaxation as your took me through your gardens of colorful splendors. I too could smell them, my nostrils filled with nostalgic delights. They all came alive for me John as your pen gracefully offered up a magnificent display of beauty. I oft will visit local gardens and wonder slowly as my senses lap up their God perfection before me. Thank you John for your display of color, beauty, tenderness and brilliant verse. May your garden be full and plentiful always.
Good to see you Vincent, my friend and fellow poet. Gardens are a true wonder and provide such an array of delight for our senses. I am glad my words were able to give you a sense of experiencing the sights and smells and peacefullness of a stroll through the garden. Thank you for the wondeful comment.