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 - satisfied,
knowing the pain will end.
Reminiscing seasons gone by,
memories are like rose petals,
softening each step -
my mind is at peace knowing
thorns can't cut me any more.
Images flash by
my first kiss, my last tear,
words spoken, words lost in silence,
and how the wind danced at sunset
illuminating golden crops.
Birds sing songs of goodbye,
tomorrow there will be no sunrise.
My heart will never again
harvest upon nature's rewards.
Scarecrows watch over barren fields,
suffocated by absent hands.
As each breath becomes shorter,
my soul prepares to depart.
But I'm lost in thought, wondering:
Will it be celestial lullabies,
or dancing with the devil?
Simple Musings
Silent One
2 January 2018
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 me firmly from both hands
Lift me high to touch the star-sky
Show me how young peasants dance
Let my soothing fingers trail
across your caloused sun -soaked skin
In purple fields Come chase me
in that place our souls have been
Take me away with you
where this world is out of sight
Where unspoken thoughts and heartbeats
are enough to blaze the night.
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 sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
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 to me
- And -
Then ever so slightly
I wish for quiet subtle change
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And I don't know since when
But time just set's end on end
And smoke appears below
Which can choke a friend
A friend in need
Certainly not you love
And once again, ever so slightly
I wish for quiet suttle change
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It has been three weeks (03) now
And things' are all in a clammer'
Thing's just seem to set end on end
And nothing seem's to matter
An I make a vowel for thee
In a time that is lost for- ever
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O'h, how I wish to belong
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by~ Poet Destroyer
I can see the pain!
I came to you no longer.
Looking for answers,
I cried till I could no more..
I shared'
I stared'
At the empty space hiding in my heart,
I knew then that day was the end.
Thoughts ran like rivers,
flowing a stream down my face.
You picked the pieces up as I walked away.
With no more to open and say.
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When holding wasn't holding to me no more,
You opened up your heart, in hopes I could feel.
We cried into the night,
until the early morn.
We scolded each other's pain,
searching and seeking each others heart.
As time drew, second begun to fade.
I saw our lovers nest fading,
as the night grew thick.
The moment had arrived,
why did we say goodbye?
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Now we sit alone,
reminiscing the past that vaporized into thin air.
An empty trace'
An empty space'
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Oh! How I wish to belong!
A collaboration with * GARY FIELDS
My collaboration contest
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
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Loosen soil waiting to heal,
Seductive scents sing throughout spring
--before the frost of forgetfulness
Hand carried beautifully before the bells ring
A variety of fragrances, bewitch the afternoon
From bulbs to everlasting fields of empty promises
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
& Poet Destroyer 8/5/2015
Thank you for the privilege in the collaboration
Your words are so beautiful and profound
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 kept. And now I sigh
from memories the years have laid to rest
The seasons do recall. Who could forget
the blush of gold upon the summer's cheek?
Those days are gone, without regret, but yet
each dawn brings back the youth we long to seek
When summer's gone, and we, as well must go,
we'll rest our hearts in leaves of afterglow
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 family shed tears.
Ne'er again see the fields of Athenry
Sent to prison thousands of miles away
He would ne'er again see the free birds fly
From that harsh prison in Botany Bay.
The ship sailed that day on the evening tide
His dreams for the future had all but died.
Written July 26th 2019.
Inspired by the song 'The Fields of Athenry ' The music and lyrics were composed by a Dublin folk singer Pete St John.
1.
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 grace, open sapphire eyes,
standing now on emerald green expanse.
You are glory, within a paradise
where sun brightly shines, beauty you enhance.
Shadows mar my view of Elysium
Regrets I carry from a life wasted
There are no oaks or pretty psidium
Nectar of Norse Gods I’ve never tasted
Emerald green carpet reaches the sea,
where azure waters to horizon reach.
Up high on a hill your villa shall be,
where love and joy no darkness ever breach.
In a hovel I dwell, ruing mistakes
Elysium’s bright lights behind closed gates
No joy in my soul, just torment and aches
For a life filled with sin, nothing placates
Swim through the beauty which awaits your eyes,
into life's new dawn Elysium sings.
Those who enter with love find paradise,
find the peace that Elysium love brings.
Coveting rewards for those who lived well
Is the destiny of my own making
There is no escape from torments that befell
To think joy had been mine for the taking
07/01/2019
(Collaborative Poetry Series.)
Thank you Carolyn for letting me share ink with you on this wonderful write. It has been an honour and a pleasure to work on this collaboration with you. You have made the experience so enjoyable and easy. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs....Mike. XX
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 pails we’d go!
On hands and knees, through dirt we’d crawl our way
while picking berries up and down each row.
I still recall the rock ‘n roll we played -
our only pleasure as we all perspired
in Iowa’s damp heat, away from shade.
When we were through at last, we felt so tired.
No smaller pay have I since ever got.
But how I loved the treats that money bought!
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 have become prairie gold
The harvest in the fall has truck loads of wheat
Taken to the elevators for shipping to the coast
From the coast wheat goes world wide
To feed the hungry and give man bread
From the wind swept prairie's
Where the farmer makes his bed.
An
Orange
Pumpkin glow
Tints the moon on
October's long nights
As Autumn leaves tumble.
And a scarecrow looks lonely,
Standing guard over empty fields.
For the crops have all been harvested
In advance of Winter's approaching snow.
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 were quick and never stayed still
So the cats had to hunt with all their skill
One day a rabbit saw a cat in the grass
And ran so fast, its scared little ass
But the cat was quick and pounced with a hiss
But the rabbit got away, just like this
So the cats and rabbits continued to play
In the fields of summer day by day
And though they were different, they played and dined
In their world of sunshine and endless time.
Nursery Rhyme
Feb 25, 2023
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 along
With the other angels all night long
Tomorrow the sun will rise with a purr
There will be time for giggles and laughter
But now it’s time for bedtime
So close your little eyes with a rhyme
The sun sets with colours of gold
Over swaying fields of marigold
Let your spirit soar on a breath of love
Dance with the other angels up above
And a one and a two and a three
Let your spirit soar high and free
Rocking gently to and fro
I will see you early tomorrow
Sleep tight my little angel, goodnight
Around on the carousel, goodnight
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest LULLABY IN THE SUNSET sponsored by VERMILLION SCYTHE - RANKED 5TH
The moon a shawl over her shoulders
almost replacing his arms'embrace,
In her wine-glass pools of light floating
reflect the glow upon his face.
His deep-set eyes like summer ripples
carry her thought to tulip fields
Recalling sunsets when she first saw him
far from the city's unwinding streets.
Next to the old mill on a soft blanket,
patchworked from grass and falling leaves,
Its there He whispered hundred sweet nothings
The air was filled with a fragrant breeze.
Throughout this night She wanders lonely
Far from dry lands to evergreens,
Sailing alone above blue waters
to meet the author who built her dreams.
There flows in the blooming fields of Master, Claude Monet
a tulip river that springs to life with each impassioned stroke
A painting into which butterflies would be tempted to stray
where flowers waft in currents, making oohs and ahs evoke.
A Don Quixotic windmill and an old farmhouse in succession
short strokes of crimson, muted greens and boldest yellow
blended on canvas, the artist's Impressionistic expression.
Landscapes in natural light was the genius of this fellow.
I would snip a fresh bouquet of tulips to adorn a crystal vase
and capture their scent from the canvas for perfumed potpourri.
If I could climb inside a Monet painting, in my arms I'd embrace
you beside his tulip river and then sip a glass of crisp Chablis.