11 Poems about Gardens by Famous Poets

Poems by famous poets celebrating the beauty and peace of gardens.

My garden is a pleasant place Of sun glory and leaf grace. Louise Driscoll

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Updated March 25, 2025, by Catherine Pulsifer


Gardens have long been a source of inspiration, peace, and reflection—and many famous poets have captured their beauty through heartfelt verse. In this collection of Poems About Gardens by Famous Poets, you’ll discover a variety of poems, each one offering a unique perspective on the joys and lessons found among the flowers, soil, and sunshine.

While each poet brings their own voice and style, there is a shared appreciation that blooms throughout these poems—a love for nature, for growth, and for the quiet moments found in a garden. Whether you're an avid gardener or simply someone who enjoys the beauty of the outdoors, these timeless words will speak to your heart.

Let these garden-inspired poems bring calm to your day and remind you of the simple blessings that bloom around us.



  1. My Garden Is A Pleasant Place

    Famous Poet - Louise Driscoll, 1875 - 1957

    My garden is a pleasant place
    Of sun glory and leaf grace.
    There is an ancient cherry tree
    Where yellow warblers sing to me,
    And an old grape arbor, where
    A robin builds her nest, and there
    Above the lima beans and peas
    She croons her little melodies,
    Her blue eggs hidden in the green
    Fastness of that leafy screen.
    Here are striped zinnias that bees
    Fly far to visit, and sweet peas,
    Like little butterflies newborn,
    And over by the tasselled corn
    Are sunflowers and hollyhocks,
    And pink and yellow four-o'clocks.
    Here are hummingbird that come
    To seek the tall delphinium-
    Songless bird and scentless flower
    Communing in a golden hour.



  2. Who Loves A Garden Poet - Louise Seymour Jones  Who loves a garden Finds within his soul Life's whole; He hears the anthem of the soil While ingrates toil; And sees beyond his little sphereThe waving fronds of heaven, clear.




  3. The Fruit Garden Path

    Famous Poet: Amy Lowell, 1874 - 1925

    The path runs straight between the flowering rows,
    A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,
    Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
    With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.

    ‘T is reckless prodigality which throws
    Into the night these wafts of rich perfume
    Which sweep across the garden like a plume.
    Over the trees a single bright star glows.

    Dear garden of my childhood, here my years
    Have run away like little grains of sand;
    The moments of my life, its hopes and fears
    Have all found utterance here, where now I stand;
    My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears,
    You are my home, do you not understand?




  4. The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul  Alfred Austin
    Plant Your Own Garden Poem




  5. The Garden

    Famous Poet: Helen Hoyt, 1887 - 1972

    Do not fear.
    The garden is yours
    And it is yours to gather the fruits
    And every flower of every kind,
    And to set the high wall about it
    And the closed gates.
    The gates of your wall no hand shall open,
    Not feet shall pass,
    Through all the days until your return.
    Do not fear.

    But soon,
    Soon let it be, your coming!
    For the pathways will grow desolate waiting,
    The flowers say, “Our loveliness has no eyes to behold it!"
    The leaves murmur all day with longing,
    All night the boughs of the trees sway themselves with longing…

    O Master of the Garden,
    O my sun and rain and dew,
    Come quickly.




  6. The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies. Gertrude Jekyll
    Flower Garden Poem




  7. My Garden with Walls

    Famous Poet: William Brooks

    My heart a garden is, a garden walled;
    And in the wide white spaces near the gates
    Grow tall and showy flowers, sun-loving flowers,
    Where they are seen of every passer-by;
    Who straightway faring on doth bear the tale
    How bright my garden is and filled with sun.

    But there are shaded walks far from the gates,
    So far the passer-by can never see,
    Where violets grow for thoughts of those afar,
    And rue for memories of vanished days,
    And sweet forget-me-nots to bid me think

    With tenderness, - lest I grow utter cold
    And hard as women grow who never weep.
    And when come times I fear that Love is dead
    And Sorrow rules as King the world’s white ways,
    I go with friends I love among these beds.
    Where friend and flower do speak alike to me,
    Sometimes with silences, sometimes with words.

    ‘Tis then I thank my God for those high walls
    That shut the friends within, the world without,
    That passers-by may only see the sun.
    That friends I love may share the quiet shade.




  8. Gardening is cheaper than therapy, and you get tomatoes. Author Unknown
    Funny Garden Poems




  9. Blight

    Famous Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 - 1950

    Hard seeds of hate I planted
    That should by now be grown, -
    Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
    A poisonous pollen blown,
    And odors rank, unbreathable,
    From dark corollas thrown!

    At dawn from my damp garden
    I shook the chilly dew;
    The thin boughs locked behind me
    That sprang to let me through,
    The blossoms slept,- I sought a place
    Where nothing lovely grew.

    And there, when day was breaking,
    I knelt and looked around:
    The light was near, the silence
    Was palpitant with sound;
    I drew my hate from out my breast
    And thrust it in the ground.

    Oh, ye so fiercely tended,
    Ye little seeds of hate!
    I bent above your growing
    Early and noon and late,
    Yet are ye drooped and pitiful,-
    I cannot rear ye straight!

    The sun seeks out my garden,
    No nook is left in shade,
    No mist nor mold nor mildew
    Endures on any blade,
    Sweet rain slants under every bough:
    Ye falter, and ye fade.




  10. Garden An Analogy To Life

    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    A garden is an analogy to life,
    It teaches wisdom, far beyond strife.
    The beauty of  fragrant roses,
    The joy of life flow, it proposes.

    Weeds arise from hidden places,
    Like negative thoughts deep in our minds;
    Spreading rapidly until all there is,
    A tangled mess and we are in a bind.

    It is up to us to pull them out one by one,
    Speaking words of courage and hope instead,
    Resisting the fear and hurtful ties;
    We no longer allow these negative thoughts to spread!

    Alas, weeds can despoil the view,
    Life's challenges may surface too.
    Our efforts determine how the garden thrives
    The same is true of life and the things for which we strive.




  11. Our efforts determine how the garden thrives The same is true of life and the things for which we strive.
    Poems About Effort




  12. A Wondrous Show

    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

    So lush and alive, my garden grows,  
    Vibrant flowers like a wondrous show.  

    Lush green grass in the wind does sway,  
    A blazing canvas of color each day.    

    Daisies and petunias of yellow and white,    
    Blooming roses cause delight.  

    The blooms are brightly aglow,  
    Enchanting beauty in each row.




  13. The Sensitive Plant

    Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 - 1822

    A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
    And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
    And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
    And closed them beneath the kisses of night.

    And the spring arose on the garden fair,
    And the Spirit of Love fell everywhere;
    And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast,
    Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

    But none ever trembled and panted with bliss,
    In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
    Like a doe in the noontide with love's sweet want,
    As the companionless sensitive plant.

    The snowdrop, and theft the violet,
    Arose from the ground with warm rain wet,
    And their breath was mixed with fresh odour,
    From the turf, like the voice and the instrument.

    Then the pied wind-flowers and the tulip tall,
    And narcissi, the fairest among them all,
    Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess.
    Till they die of their own sweet loveliness;

    And the Naiad-like lily of the vale,
    Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale.
    That the light of its tremulous bells is seen
    Through their pavilions of tender green;

    And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue.
    Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew.
    Of music so delicate, soft, and intense.
    It was felt like an odour within the sense;

    And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest.
    Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast.
    Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air
    The soul of her beauty and love lay bare;

    And the wand-like lily, which lifted up,
    As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup.
    Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
    Gazed through the clear dew on the tender sky;

    And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuber-rose.
    The sweetest flower for scent that blows;
    And all rare blossoms from every clime
    Grew in that garden in perfect prime.




  14. Along The Way

    Poet: Wilhelmina Stitch

    "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may," a pessimistic poet sang.
    Sweet joy, warned he, lives but a day; thus mournfully his verses rang.
    "Gather ye rosebuds while ye can" - O poet, dead these many years,
    Yours was a wise and human plan, but born of vain and foolish fears.

    The rosebuds droop, but other flowers spring up for us to pluck and twine
    Into our calm, maturer hours—not youth alone knows love's red wine.
    And when the rosebuds are all dead, we'll see perchance a sturdier bloom,
    And pluck that for our joy instead, and find it, too, can banish gloom.

    For every season brings to birth a flower for its own special joy.
    What would a rose-strewn life be worth without a thorn for its alloy?
    For every mile along the road, close to my hand a flower I'll find.
    I'll add its beauty to my load - and thank Old Time, the gardener kind.


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