9 Funny Garden Poems

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1. What's Planted?
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   A funny story I will tell
   About the garden where I dwell
   I planted some seeds under the sun
   Much to my surprise, what had I done?
   
   Tomato seeds? Nope, that won't do
   Can't possibly grow a cucumber too!
   No matter what I was hoping for in my head
   What's planted will grow, that's been said.




Garden Poems



2. Garden Of Tales
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   A funny garden of tales,
   Is a place of surprise,
   A colorful mixture
   Of plants, insects, more do arise.
   
   The pollinators delight
   As they hover and flit with glee,
   Butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds too,
   With joy and enthusiasm, they are free!




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3. Hard Work
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   I planted some seeds all around,
   By the flowers and on the ground.
   
   I lovingly tended them each day,
   But they never seemed to grow my way.
   
   I sang songs of encouragement but still,
   My plants refused to grow even after I tilled.
   
   Finally, I gave up in frustration
   And realized I needed a vacation.
   
   Being a gardener requires hard work,
   It's not just a fly-by-night perk.




4. The Process Of Growth
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Sow some seeds, inside a pot or in a plot
   With time and care, sprout they ought.
   They drink the sunshine, they eat the rain
   In the garden, your work is not in vain.
   
   Be sure to water, plants need their share
   Lace them with love, be patient and aware
   The process of growth you cannot rush
   Be patient and soon you'll have a garden of lush.




5. My Garden
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Roses were red,
   And my violets too,
   I set out to garden,
   With hopes anew.
   
   I dug and I sowed,
   With love and with pride,
   But it seemed my green thumb,
   Had quickly died.
   
   My plants were all drooping,
   No matter what I tried,
   I sat down ready to give up,
   I usually take everything in stride.
   
   Fake flowers, I thought,
   Would save the day,
   I stuck them in the soil,
   In a colorful array.
   
   Now my garden's a sight,
   So vibrant and bright,
   With fake blooms that gleam,
   In the daytime and night.
   
   Though my green thumb's a dud,
   I'll never feel glum,
   For my garden's a showstopper,
   With flowers that hum!




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6. Love To See It Grow
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   My garden, I love to see it grow.
   The plants are growing and the bees do know.
   The worms are digging in the soil so deep.
   They love the fertilizer that I heaped.
   
   Roses come up, and violets too,
   The flowery scents hang in the dew.
   The trees are full of leaves galore,
   Grounded by wonderful clover floors.
   
   My garden really can’t compare-
   If yours is better, I am not aware!
   Our gardens make us both so proud-
   They bring sunshine, taking away any clouds.




7. What A Joy
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Oh what a joy it is to tend my garden daily
   To look about and see new life take shape like crazy.
   Every day there's something new, I'll never tire
   My garden supplies a wide selection that always inspires.
   
   I may pick a juicy melon, or an eggplant so small
   Perhaps some ripe tomatoes or crunchy green peas to enthrall.
   I've come up with endless options of what I might savor
   Be it sweet, or spicy, these veggies are full of flavor!




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8. In Gardens Green
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   In gardens green, where flowers bloom,
   Birthdays come like a sweet perfume.
   A day to celebrate, to laugh and cheer,
   As we grow older, year by year.
   
   In the garden, with friends so dear,
   We gather 'round with laughter, clear.
   The roses blush, the sun does shine,
   As we raise a glass of birthday wine.




9. A Bee
   Poet: H. P. Beach
   
   Hither, meadow gossip, tell me.
   Will you never pause to rest?
   From the gray of dawn I've watched you
   Till the sun has burned the west.
   
   Seen you whisper to the gentians
   What you heard upon the wheat,
   And the flowers nod in laughter
   At the stories you repeat.
   
   And lest any of your items
   Through the day should be forgot,
   I believe you always write them
   On the dim forget-me-not.
   
   If I trust you with my wishes
   Far more precious, little bee.
   Will you tell me on the morrow
   If my sweetheart thinks of me?