Farmers Poems - Poems about Farmers

...Rain is coming soon Wet season is approaching Farmers in jovial.......Read the rest...

...Bully me, yours truly never ordained, gifted, or blessed with mien mean characteristic evoking, jump/kickstarting, representing, nor zapping friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation if anythi......Read the rest...

... Mom’s Advice For Me Miracle Man Tom Wright Mothers Day 2024 Our mom was one of ten children. Her parents were farmers at a time when it required horses, mules and large families. She......Read the rest...

... Mom and I liked to go on country drives, she drove fast and I feared for our lives; we got lost most of the time, in lush scenery sublime; Oh, don't worry ! 'Cause we always surv......Read the rest...

...Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green; And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene. They did daily chores on a farm, in ......Read the rest...

...Job was exceedingly blessed by God Blessings that could not escape The envy of the satanic one Cause anything close to God receives attacks God watched over him constantly He gave him light as......Read the rest...

...Mingled with the rural soil of Nazareth, he laboured He played with the rustics, who were quarrelsome yet loving. Farmers, carpenters, ironsmiths, weavers, and the shepherd These were teachers fro......Read the rest...

...In bustling cities where dreams take flight, Amidst the chaos, people strive and sway, A tapestry of faces, colors bright, Unity in diversity, a sight divine, In every heart, a love beyond compar......Read the rest...

...Villanelle: Remembering Not to Call by Michael R. Burch (a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch) The hardest thing of all, after telling her everything, is reme......Read the rest...

...A long, dark, lonely night. The aroma of my black coffee. A scary black cat. The color of the pen I use to write. The color of my hair flowing around me. The fluttering wings of a bat. As whi......Read the rest...

...Winter is when life put on hold. Winter is when not hot but cold. Winter is snow falling on hills. Winter is reservoir refills. Winter is when animals hibernate. Winter is when people ......Read the rest...

...I placed my head between my knees to have a good look at the trees beneath me; I held it there for some time and found that nature was divine. I saw the seeds springing from the earth and an army ......Read the rest...

...Happiness is the first rain that breaks the drought, Seeing the joyful faces on farmers all about. Happiness is a young child soaring high on a swing, Feeling as free as a bi......Read the rest...

... "After the Port Arthur Massacre, mass shooting in Tasmania, Australia, on April 28–29, 1996, that left 35 people dead and some 18 wounded, it led to stricter gun controls, notably a ban on all ful......Read the rest...

...Hilda is the opposite of shy; she is not hiding in any way. She flaunts her stuff without any self-consciousness. She knows she looks dandy and prefers skimpy clothes. Other farmers' wives adore h......Read the rest...