Best Granary Poems

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...

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From far a cool wind gently blows,
    There's a pleasantness in the air.
Harsh summer heat steadily slows.
    The leaves...

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there is a certain taste to Autumn
almost alien to Summer's fruition of life
it is a different celebration
where the living having succeeded
fruits succumb to ripened apples
the...

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Summer is over and the farmer now rests from his toil,
Having labored hard to wrest his crops from the fruitful soil.
Fall has arrived and all...

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“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing...

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    There sat in opulent xanadu, the 
 demagogue of empirical hedonism, 
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:

gregarious, restive, much-awaited...

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Dark Skinned Lady. the ever poised legendary beauty, granary of compassion & culture whose stunning reign sparkles the night.

Dark Skinned Lady. comandress of matriotic forces,...

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A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discuss'd the question of their rank.
'O Jupiter!' the former said,
'Can love of self so turn the head,
That one...

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That day I died
He tore open his chest
Removed his heart,
and pasted that of a lion
With precision, landed on me
But the world looked on
That day I...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more...

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All Round River and waterfall
Land of the harvest,
This is our village
Betelnut and betel's garden.
Home home the granary
Haystack and cowherd,
This is our village
Magw Bwisagu cheerfully and...

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Love affairs

Within the heart not only love 
Depth of ocean space far
Cumulative wish compressive being, 
Can stay longer longer

Granary of love, tremendous wide, 
One can...

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underneath 
his trenchcoat
he was 
in possession 
of a bent quill
he used it to tickle
words out of his 
avaries of birds
moon-eyed and 
sucker-punched
they adored the 
dripping...

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I’ve written on so many themes
Of one sort or another
The only thing I know for sure
I’ll never be a mother

These words of mine are all...

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