Gardens Poems
A Blossoming
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Although I had always adored flowers, I had never had a green thumb;
And while I tried awfully hard, my efforts always had sorry outcomes.
Like the sorrow of old garden roses, during the unanticipated drought,
Or storms that send you fleeing homewards, with trepidation and doubt.
It is irony that my name is Jasmine, for I'd always wanted a garden,
As warm meadows dream of riotous blooms, where blooms have not been!
And how I envied the lucky ones, nurturing blossoms so effortlessly,
......
Bright Spots in the Day
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A diamond sun lit up the azure skies,
And there was color in emerald fields,
Fragrant flowers in every hue and size,
Perky dabs of solar radiance revealed!
The beaming smiles were in the garden,
Just past the golden hour of the day
Of chianti sunflowers. Purple martins
Fluttered among the vibrancy at play.
......
بساتين - Poe
by جورج شحادة
هناك بساتين لم يعدْ لها بلد
تعيش منفردة برفقة الماء
تقطعها حمائم , زرقاء , لا أعشاش لها
لكنَّ القمر فيها بريق من السعادة
فيها طفل يذكر فوضى كبيرة واضحة الطابع
There Are Gardens
by Georges Schehadé
There are gardens that no longer have countries
and are alone with the water
doves cross them blue and without nests
But the moon is a crystal of happiness
and the child recalls a great clear disorder
My Southern Magnolia
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
“What’s in a name?" Juliet asks Romeo...
“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
My Southern Magnolia is nothing like a thorny rose...
Her blossoms are of a breathtaking treat...
Her beauty and splendor often attract all the others...
Her fragrant blossoms last through the Spring and Summer...
There’s no ending of love for my Southern Magnolia...
While constantly battling the curious newcomer...
......
A Sunshine Quest
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunrise golden hour was fading
Gemmed hummingbirds called on red blooms
Jade new day sparkled in wonder.
Songs from pine trees gushed cascading
the still air heavy with perfumes;
Unrecalled were days of thunder.
A lush garden, blooms invading
for hummingbirds in sweet costumes
......
My Southern Magnolia
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
“What’s in a name?" Juliet asks Romeo...
“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
My Southern Magnolia is nothing like a thorny rose...
Her blossoms are of a breathtaking treat...
Her beauty and splendor often attract all the others...
Her fragrant blossoms last through the Spring and Summer...
There’s no ending of love for my Southern Magnolia...
While constantly battling the curious newcomer...
......
Bright Spots in the Day
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A diamond sun lit up the azure skies,
And there was color in emerald fields,
Fragrant flowers in every hue and size,
Perky dabs of solar radiance revealed!
The beaming smiles were in the garden,
Just past the golden hour of the day
Of chianti sunflowers. Purple martins
Fluttered among the vibrancy at play.
......
A Blossoming
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Although I had always adored flowers, I had never had a green thumb;
And while I tried awfully hard, my efforts always had sorry outcomes.
Like the sorrow of old garden roses, during the unanticipated drought,
Or storms that send you fleeing homewards, with trepidation and doubt.
It is irony that my name is Jasmine, for I'd always wanted a garden,
As warm meadows dream of riotous blooms, where blooms have not been!
And how I envied the lucky ones, nurturing blossoms so effortlessly,
......
There Are Gardens
by Georges Schehadé
There are gardens that no longer have countries
and are alone with the water
doves cross them blue and without nests
But the moon is a crystal of happiness
and the child recalls a great clear disorder
