My Garden Poem by Valsa George
My Garden
I have a garden where roses and orchids bloom
Petunias, begonias and flaming euphorbia blush
Where Jasmines perfume the air and chrysanthemums flourish
They adorn my courtyard adding to Nature's pristine grace
They survive the season, braving summer's blistering heat.
With their beauty and scent they conquer my sensitive heart
When watering them, all they do is nod and shake
Some dance upon their tiny toes, singing love's sweet lore
With crimson bosom bathed in dew, the roses gently smile
Adeniums with their scarlet flowers and fat bellies stay rooted
In tiny pots where they are fated to remain all their life
I see their lips parting in pain, complaining in dumb gestures
At the centre, stands a bougainvillea plant
It grows wild with its branches spread in all direction
Though I try to prune it every now and then
Nonchalantly it continues to grow forming a wild canopy
It carries bunches of red and magenta paper light flowers,
Which glide down with every passing breeze and float around
Oh flowers, with your sweet presence, our joy you heighten
With your matchless beauty, all tired eyes you brighten
With your radiant smile, all cares you lighten
Alas!You vanish fast as the setting sun's slanting ray
I will be in pain if you are not there to brighten my day
So kindly stay....! Please do not wither away!
A beautiful description of your garden through out..I have read somewhere that plants do talk with each other by means of their roots..their language we can not know..yet a mutual feel of their expression and ours can be exchanged by our breath and gesture...I am a lover of flowers..so pleased to read this Valsa...thank you very much for this beautiful poem
Beautiful- the flowers and the poem as well! Poets and flowers adorn each other, they can communicate with each other. Truly, you did that too: 'I see their lips parting in pain, complaining in dumb gestures' - Who else can read their lips and hear their complaints?
When watering them, all they do is nod and shake Some dance upon their tiny toes, singing love's sweet lore With crimson bosom bathed in dew, the roses gently smile Adeniums with their scarlet flowers and fat bellies stay rooted In tiny pots where they are fated to remain all their life I see their lips parting in pain, complaining in dumb gestures
There are philosophical references within this beautiful poem. such as 'In tiny pots where they are fated to remain all their life' then The beauty of this text is not limited by giving human qualities and characters to flowers and forming an amazing poetic painting through it. such as: 'lips parting in pain, complaining in dumb gestures'
Rather, the poet successfully managed to plant a beautiful garden with words inside her poetry. Really your aesthetic taste is amazing and so unique. thank you for this piece of gem, it deserves 10/10
there thy garden full with natural flowers on your residence yard but there thy garden in the heart from where a direction comes to decorate stunningly the garden there thy garden in the ink of your meditated poetic pen brings the words, the solemn beautiful words to pacify the inner soul of readers..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The images in your poem are a tribute to you as a poetess and gardener.
Thank you Jane! I think I am more of a gardner than a poet!