A well-known English nursery rhyme came to mind when I shot this picture.
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells,
And so my garden grows.
Nursery rhymes are an excellent way to get started with poetry writing. They also serve as good writing prompts. This one in particular works both ways. What makes it a fine example to get you started with poetry? What words can you think of that rhyme with the different plants or animals that you might find in a garden? How could you use this nursery rhyme as a writing prompt? What questions does it bring to mind so you would reflect and be inspired to write?
Keep in mind that all poems do not necessarily need to rhyme. Have fun in the process! ~~LMMolina
Here’s my adapted version:
Mary, Mary I see you there
with your plants that you
tenderly take great care
Show me how you do it
so I can learn
to care for my plants, too!
what a beautiful poem!
Feeling the crystalline water touch your skin.The waves that are music to your ears,waves that sing,waves that dance to the rhythm of the sunset.The breeze that kisses your shaded skin,the breeze that caresses your hair.The bright sun that reddens your skin and the pieces of salt rubbing your beautiful skin.
How refreshing!
Sleep
Starry whispers,
make a floating soul.
Take my voice, sight and hearing,
’till its all yours.
Let it all whither.
Appeals to the senses. Would inspire a painter!
Even though sometimes i doubt
And i see my garden is not working out
With a little persistence
And a little of sunshine
With a lot of love
That is the way
My garden grows
Oh, another gardener! Nice!
The garden
A garden takes persistence,
You have to be willing to go the distance.
You have to take care of it on a sunny day,
and protect it from the darkness that wants to take it away.
It’ll grow it’ll thrive, and then it will stop, it will die,
but in the back of your head you’ll always know,
that every spring, once again you’ll see your garden grow
I’m surrounded by many “flowering” poets!
little ants in between the plants,
that quickly scatter around protecting the garden
and standing their ground,
no matter the problem they are ready for all,
even if they fail it does not a matter
cause they work as a community to rebuild it all.
What is a garden without insects?
I plant a seed,
I can’t wait to see.
The amazing of the life in it.
I can’t wait to see,
but patience has to be in me.
How beautiful the color of the rainbow is,
that shines my wonderful garden,
that slowly growing is.
Of course, without seeds what can grow?
I’ve always been there
Waiting for you to grow
What a beauty
Staying there waiting
For me
Are plants aware of their gardeners?
The Beauty of the heart
Beautiful is the heart,
Poppies of joy, roses of passion, orchids of beauties, lilies of sincerity.
How cute is the heart.
How cute the seeds that are born from it.
How cute the flower petals that sprout from it.
How cute the trees that shelter it.
How beautiful is the heart.
Interesting combination: the heart in the midst of a garden!
crazy lights kissing my skin
music too loud to sit still
people dancing around
like crazy kids letting the
sound take control.
Feet burning, torso hurting,
I’ll never get tired of the feeling.
Between us
The night is tormenting me as cold water.
I feel how the vines are growing trying to reach my heart.
The thorns of the roses are keeping me to speak up.
And every day that pases the sun is just going to burn again.
Recent party?
Very graphic!
When a great friend left this world,
When the invader wasn’t judged,
When many people couldn’t stand it,
When the leader’s image was on the floor,
Where was the one who fought for justice?
What a thought-provoking poem!
My thoughts are gone
I’m frustrated,
Only one thing left to do
Start everything over again and make it right
Simple poem; to the point!
Garden
It’s always green and fine,
with all its flowers in different colors,
so beautiful that leaves me blind,
I’m sad with some problems,
Maria is taking all its flowers.
Sad, isn’t it? When a garden loses its beauty, everyone loses.
-They say if you love something let it go
But what if it’s what keeps you from falling
Would you fall down into a void of dismay
Would you fly up into a sky of enlightenment
Or would you stay still in doubt and realize
That you were the one keeping yourself up all along
Hum! Perplexing. It’s like a puzzle or a riddle!
Scars are beautiful
They are memories
Mark an event of our story called life
Become part of us
Are there, and always will be
Till the end of our existence
Scars gives a person character for good or bad, I suppose.
My garden is beautiful
but if a storm comes there will be no garden
thanks to God my garden will grow again
And it will be beautiful all again
That’s the beauty of nature, it’s capacity to overcome and take advantage of storms!