"Garden poetry to inspire the creative soul!"

There is much garden poetry inspired, no doubt, by the wonder and beauty of nature...

Try it yourself - it's fun! If you don't imagine you could put together regular rhyming verse, read some of the beautiful poetry further down the page - it's the inspiration that counts.

You could also try writing haiku - a form of poetry that is exactly 17 syllables. The first line should be 5 syllables, the second line 7 and the third line 5 again. Do a 'haiku' search on google for more on this form of poetry.

Create a peaceful spot in the garden and take half an hour to sit in the fresh air with a notebook and pen. Absorb the environment -

the insects buzzing

the smell of flowers or freshly cut grass

taste the herbs - chew on a chive or two!

colours - just how many shades of green are there?

and feel the air on your skin...

now snatch up your pen and throw some words at your notebook!

Garden Poetry from over the centuries:

My Pretty Rose Tree by William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.

May-Flower by Emily Dickinson

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.

Purple Clover by Emily Dickinson

There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.

And whatsoever insect pass,
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.

Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or rhododendron worn.

She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,

Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For privilege of sod and sun,
Sweet litigants for life.

And when the hills are full,
And newer fashions blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.

Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.

The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When cancelled by the frost.

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Get the kids involved. Garden poetry can be written by children too! Or you could enrol them as illustrators to your works of art! There are some nice poems on this page: Garden Poetry at Kids Turn Central

Play with rhyming words like:

lawn and dawn

weeds and seeds

boots and roots

trees and, er, fleas?!

You get the idea :-) Have fun with your garden poetry!

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