Best Fallowing Poems

These thoughts and images could my head,
As my imagination rushes ahead.

The hurt, the pain, the heartache, the tears.
I can see you causing me these in the fallowing years.

With your words and your touch, your smell and your strength,
All of which together I cannot go against.

Every...

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Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he needed this newfound attention,
And as he waited I wondered how...

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Where once samurai roam with katanas on the side
Where now electromagnetic trains glide
Where tsunami comes with a tide 
In Japan sun has raised silver blue moon to hide

 The sun goes on to Mongolian plane
Sometimes fallowing airplane
As it looks at saiga antelope its heart is...

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The time is early spring
The glacier melts into a fresh spring
The birds in the forests begin to sing 
The magpie in her nest puts found by her golden ring

The spring turns into a stream and fallows the butterfly
That has a on its wings ornament in...

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You would not think it, reaching out shaking hands
Is a way of saying respect and honor to fellow man
A sincerity that has gone away and people think OK
Not a way that life should be as a child needs to know
Touch of kindness a pleasantry of...

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With beautiful brown eyes peering to see the outside 
With a bobble head so cute to be cuddled and kissed
Why would you considered locking such a poor thing
Eyes that want to be free, with glee of hope to see
A short life it may be, but...

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Chokeberry bush is gardens’ heart and soul
 As it grows proud and tall
It produces barriers that can be eaten whole
Or can be made into juice and liquor during fall

The grape winding vine 
From which we make wine
The wine tastes divine
And its smell is very fine

Black...

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Night sky

I stare at the night stars
and I start a conversation
with the good Lord of ours
about his great creation

Of life I asked him
I said ''With all the beauty
why must we go through all the strife
of this little ol' world.''

''If there is a better way
for a...

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The magnificent visage of the moon shines on
Even if it is almost dawn
The music is playing with melancholic tone fallowing mc’s baton 
Its late everyone wishes to go home not aware what they would spawn

The music is short and carless the air is muggy and...

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Cotton
Swooning acres of it
Cotton
Brown bush withering miles of it
Cotton
Fallen ground level clouds
The white of it
Memory shaking shrouds
The plight of it.

And all this innocence of white
The black earth yields
All this - strands of phony light
In dry fallowing fields
The rigor of it
Clothing a back bending history
The vigor...

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he was in his early twenties, life told him to move on, but he was unwilling, convinced that where he had planted his seeds, they would grow. he denied every wind that swept them away; every rainfall that drowned them out. he prayed that the...

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Blissfulness upholds the surrounding environment caused by awareness. For every breath taken don’t be mistaken it wasn’t a miss take in for every breath theirs a reason; As is each and every season some taken, yet a lot givin.
The new light of each day I...

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those eyes they haunt me 
fallowing my dreams 
locking themselves inside the corners of my mind
creating a picture of what i was not suppose to find
created by you the horrors that i see
the secrets that were locked deep within
the forests of me
each tree another day...

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“Home is Blue Dust”
Running scared
Sweat
Running down, body covered
Colliding with and torn root
Feeling fallowing hands and knees
Bear grow bellows behind
Prey moves faster
Harder to see
Bear claws dig into dirt
Increasing speed
The human moves mouth full of dead pine
Running is fast confusing
	Looking back
Running to the clearing 
Grass and sunlight
A...

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You ridicule the baobab tree
Where the village 
After the abeng was blown
Meet to chart each new destiny

Speak of the old ways
As primitive and ancient
But crime was not rampant
Like ants scurrying in their nest
Biting at everything
And young girls did not walk
With babies
Before they had finished school
And...

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