Best Fallow Poems
Without a shadow's kiss
How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace
How does an oak repose?
In Twilight's waltz, secrets unroll
the mystery it bestows.
Yet in its gently budding leaves
tales of resilience compose.
How should I yearn to climb
I lack the precipice's call?
Cragged visions of distant peaks and
fallow mind
a darkened silent beckon enthrall.
Oh, to forge within,
Oh, why, doubt cloaks my inner child.
In solitude's chains
I hear the introspective thrall.
Yet, tremors are in my soul
and yet a lonely seed begins to climb
A combination of growth
harmonizing with each chime.
Nourished by tears that sow
the fertile sands of time.
My garden of emotions still hints
at a poet’s
paradisiacal paradigm.
Suddenly, a sunlit coast where dreams
unfurl in storms
A canvas painted by aspirations
that gently adorn.
With hopeful brushstrokes
life-captivating stories that plume.
A gallery of memories
a child’s kaleidoscope.
Once upon a solitary,
darkened
locked room.
Perhaps a gardener’s gentle hand
can stir the fallow ground
Fertilizing roots to depths
where true potential
once lost - begged to be found.
A dawn’s soft breath a gentle lure
perhaps to coax my dormant leaves unbound
Awakening possibilities in the quiet
yet, now fertile ground.
In stillness my thoughts emerge
unseen, a quiet vow,
An introspective voyage
on the sea of here and now.
My diamonds form from tears
not battles' echoing crown
I am a jewel of resilience
forged in the soul's darkest hour.
Categories:
fallow, blessing, conflict, emotions, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
A frustrated housewife called Mia
Wore nighties so skimpy and sheer
There’s no roll in the clover
Hubby snored and turned over
His impotence is her greatest fear
Yesterday I saw a pic of actress Mia Farrow and had a bit of fun with the word play with her name
8/22/18
Categories:
fallow, anxiety, body, humorous, husband,
Form:
Limerick
My fallow heart which was lay dormant,
As a pilgrim reef marooned at havens rest,
Awoken to the sound of a breathing chant
The adrenalin beating hard within my chest.
Breaking out the cold feeling of loneliness,
Habits clung magnetically like links of chains.
Rattling fierce as footsteps through darkness
Carrying along my broken frame in tragic pains.
The heart evolve with each tangled exchange,
And every spoonful of juice went soothe
Which seems to banish the dark with revenge
Make state of mind for truth to slip through.
Consciousness of senses serve mightiest duty,
Miraculous seeds growing in fallow ground,
Give solemn attention to last for eternity,
Sprouting good thoughts from the deep wound.
My soul will no longer be like a stubborn wall,
Connected with obstruction and evil intent.
Perhaps truth was the Saviour in a welcome fall
And the opportunity waited for this moment.
When the subject of truth made up the mind,
Many thorny laws were covered in the dark,
Snares cast about you for temptation to find,
Reasons for the spirit to progress revival work.
Categories:
fallow, beautiful, change, cheer up,
Form:
Free verse
Demons fallow me day and night
surrounding me their aroows seek me from their demonic bows,
their blades are sharp and ready ,
their acidic words sear my flesh
bear to bone and sinew
I fight tht darkness in inside
trying to find the light;
it is only in my dreams never to be found
Categories:
fallow, angst, depression, life, me,
Form:
Personification
In fallow field
Where corn once grew
I chanced upon
An old mule shoe
I pondered on
The many miles
The shoe had plod
In mulish style
In river bed
Now dry as bone
I came upon
A worn millstone
Wondered aloud
The wagons full
Of new milled corn
The mule had pulled
In old grey barn
Within a stall
I found these words
Carved on the wall
George Washington
Once slept here
Best damn mule
From far and near
:)
20Mar14
Categories:
fallow, humor, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
wildflowers brighten
fallow fields on a summer day
while caterpillars
eat all green leaves along their way.
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/12/2017
Practicing Nette Onclaud’s newly invented form: Quadro
Categories:
fallow, butterfly, flower,
Form:
Verse
There are those of us, as one,
who feel greatly the indescribable
feeling
as if to probe the caverns of our non-existence--
the us which cannot be and is not
except in the small hours, the infinity of moments,
stretching beyond our belittled sense with shut, weary eyes
and the inconstant shaping of faces behind the world.
The momentous certainty of one's own death,
we know,
tolls me back, not from sleep, or fugue, or transcendence,
but by sloping box springs. Where no transient rivers lay their beds,
no eglantine or honeysuckle dapple the wild thicket groves,
no fluorescent bulbs lead to the exhaustible sun,
no tender sprigs will spring in Spring or fall in Fall, but
here, where places do not exist as we do not,
we know.
I feel no thing, and here is where I love--
a most disembodied love that cannot die
for death like we is not--
and leaden-eyed among the alien corn each sordid day, I yearn
most deeply to feel you there
as I do not feel you, my love.
Categories:
fallow, introspection, lonely, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
The Lord above will guide you,
lead you were to go in life.
Fallow the road He lays for you,
but stray away from the street and watch the cars fly by you.
Categories:
fallow, adventure, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Jeff will be coming tomorrow
To kick out my crushing sorrow.
I don’t wish to again borrow;
Face anew an Angry Zorro
Or to the Stinking Rich “Hello!”
Mocking tongues to voice “Smart Fellow!”
He’s surfacing tomorrow
To expel the longest sorrow:
From my forehead quit each furrow;
Into shell hardship shall burrow…
Yet, Lord God’s Name I shall hallow
And Christ along link with halo;
My New Bible not leave fallow…
I will have become hollow
By the time Jeff like Christ follow…
Categories:
fallow, courage, cry, god, money,
Form:
Rhyme
The Relevance of Last Winter
David J Walker
The acrid odor of a
Butane fueled
space heater
Seemed better
than freezing
In the sub-frigid air
of a February
prairie
winters
day
We set fire
To dried mesquit limbs
Cleared from
an adjacent pasture
last summer
It seemed better
than freezing
In the March wind
Bending its way
Into a town of little interest
By 4 pm
The light was failing
ice was forming
On the tractors casings
Ours
Were the only lives
Exposed
To the
Mercies of the miseries
Of a winter storm
The small farmhouse
Stood alone
The warm refuge
At the end of a field
Of long fallow rows
Awaiting
The next seasons
Best efforts
Categories:
fallow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
When rhymes forsake me, my pen's then bled dry;
and eloquent lines rich in metaphor
die before the inkwell's used up, here and by:
for the once-teeming storehouse reservoirs
of song flee my page, though write in hope I try!
“How to awaken the dead muse again?”
I plead. “O what answer, what remedy
are main: the keys to my mind's creative drain!?”
So, in distress, to God I make my plea.
I let the tired fields of my mind lie fallow:
and as time passed, my pen regains its powers;
so new strains sing unwan and unsallow,
and antique odes on clouds and daffodil flowers
may refresh this infant, newborn sonnet,
with life from this present time, and planet.
Categories:
fallow, daffodils, inspiration, metaphor, muse,
Form:
Sonnet
On this day, my tears run;
Raining down on fallow ground;
To break up soil;
So that my soul;
My soul be... Unbound;
once lost now I'm found~ Amen ~
8/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Referencing Genesis 2:15
Categories:
fallow, analogy, appreciation, forgiveness, inspirational,
Form:
Pastoral
Were ever you go I'll fallow,
What ever you see I'll capture, you don't have to worry I
won't make a sound,
Crunch after crunch let me fix your heart ,
It was shatter like a chip,
Take your best shot,
I'll land one on your lips,
Let's take this late night conversations to another level,
If sexual talk is bad ,than I guess we just sin,
You see everything was going great,into you mention ...
Him,
He treats you right ,no fuzz no push no screams no fights,
He tries his best to make you happy,even when his day is
going bad,and his feeling kinda crappy,
Even when he felt so alone,
Yet tho he hide it in his laugh,
Push it back with his smile,
You compare every guy with him,
But only one match,and that was me,
Am the guy of your dreams,
You held my hand and said fallow,I said were too? You just
smile
Categories:
fallow, i love you
Form:
Free verse
Fallow Ground
Written: by Miracle man
September 4, 2021
Lord, In fallow ground we grub and sow,
Concerned for friends who’ve gone astray.
While we may hydrate, you make seed grow,
please help these friends back into your way.
Now feeling deserted, they exist day by day,
avoiding old friendships that once were strong.
Life circumstances may have gotten in the way,
perhaps thinking there’s no place they belong.
But whatever the problem You will forgive,
when they seek Your face and in truth repent.
For it’s only in you Lord, that we begin to live,
and time spent in prayer is time well spent.
We must learn to clear our hearts of weeds,
* and among the thistles let us cease to sow.
Making our hearts ready for righteousness seeds,
then You will hydrate and make them grow.
Jeremiah 4:3
“For thus saith the LORD to the men of Judah and Jerusalem, Break up your fallow ground, and sow not among thorns.”
Categories:
fallow, god, heaven, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
All our folks are fallow
fields,
yearning each year for
yields,
our soul and spirits... sow
seeds
as we decide our daily
deeds.
Our course, cause and
creeds
make beauty to bloom or
bleed.
The wisdom & words we
wield,
share shadows or shining
shield.
We are either wheats or
weeds,
what we flaunt: flame or
feeds.
Love or loss, the life we
leads,
forever makes us fired or
freed.
Be good, do no graze in
greed,
play your part...the poor
pleads.
Inspire, impart and impact
indeed,
oh humble-hearted, take
heed!
Copyright 2012.
Adeleke Adeite.
Categories:
fallow, caregiving
Form:
Monorhyme