Best Fields Poems

What has become of me?
Like a madman laughing in the rain,
wandering through fields of barley,
where ghosts whisper my name.

Hesitantly venturing forward,
reluctant to turn back,
loved ones desperately hold my hand.
Time is no longer a friend of mine.
I'm aware this path shall be my last,
but I'm smiling...

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 Stay a little longer

come closer to my heart

Breathe dew breeze  on my neck's nape

do not yet depart

Play for me bagpipe music

Blindfold all my starving fears

Let the dulcet tones of your voice

give us back those harvest years

Make  of the citrus moon a ballroom

Hold...

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Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds

Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart...

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Loss Lost Love

by~ GARY FIELDS

Why my love left?
I soon forget the reason's why
All that I remember
Is that she left such
An empty space
An empty trace
So many memories
Which can not be erased
And I die just a little inside
And time mean's nothing to me'
Fore you mean so much...

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Fields Of Lilies ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


I stand tall among the restful souls 
That has received restored innocence after death 
With a trumpet of harmony sweet fragrant bloom 
Drowning in tears that have been shed 
Soil sprinkled over me after I’m forced away 
~
Loosen soil...

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The breeze has stirred the trees with tender strains
of promises.  Refrains we could not keep.
But left behind, a fervent song remains,
in fields of grass, where summer goes to sleep.

Our silhouettes, once sketched beneath the sky,
of fingers, gently placed upon my breast,
are only dreams I've...

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Irelands' famine, England chose to ignore
The potato blight caused devastation
Michael stole corn from a granary store
To stop loved ones dying from starvation.

Arrested and charged with theft from the crown
Judge passed sentence and he got twenty years
Outside prison walls in old Galway town
His wife Mary and...

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Within Elysium Fields, the souls of the dead find their peace but there are those souls who do not think they deserve such peace. Those already within Elysium sometimes try to bring these sad souls into the fold by extolling the beauty of Elysium.

Oh, beloved...

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my brittle bones are like this fence, so built
          on throes of horrors shrouded with the hilt
               of war's inanely senseless blade,...

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There aren’t too many jobs that kids can do
when they are in their pre-teen years, but we
knew of a place to work where berries grew.
To pick them was a job of misery.

In June, my siblings and I went each day;
into a field with hats and...

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The wind swept across the fields of wheat

The breeze curled around each head of grain

Waves would ripple through the fields

Looking like the waves of an ocean lapping to shore

As the sun beat upon these heads of grain

They turned from green to a golden color

They now...

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An

Orange

Pumpkin glow

Tints the moon on

October's long nights

As Autumn leaves tumble.

And a scarecrow seems lonely,

Standing guard over empty fields.

For the crops have all been harvested

In advance of Winter's approaching snow....

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On summer days, in fields so green
Lived rabbits and cats, a sight to be seen
The rabbits hopped and played all day
While the cats watched from far away

The rabbits would munch on carrots so sweet
While the cats would wait for a chance to eat
But the rabbits...

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Hush little baby, my little chickadee
Listen you’ll hear the symphony
As I gently rock my baby to sleep
Counting sheep with Little Bopeep

Singing you this lullaby my dear
Whispered softly in your ear
The sun sets with colours of gold
Over swaying fields of marigold

Hush little baby sleep or sing...

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Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the...

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