Best Harvest Poems
In autumn's graceful waltz of time
Where beauty and decay lovely intertwine.
And where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move this is a mesmerizing rhyme.
Leaves fall like a master painter's dream
Such a masterpiece mixed in color and light.
Twirling and a pirouette and the wind's gentle hymn
Is celebrating life's fleeting and graceful flight.
Raindrops are falling in a celestial jeté
I breathe in the air so crisp and so fair.
A gentle wind as secrets it keeps
A promise of renewal in the cool autumn ballet.
Within decay's soft and relentless caress
Unseen beauty takes the actors stage.
Golden leaves crunch underfoot like nature’s applause
Soft light filters through the trees like a lover's gaze.
Silence of the air soothes my soul like a lullaby.
Autumn is a ballet of graceful transition
A time for release and a moment to move on.
Yet, it is also a time of great hope.
A chance for fresh beginnings and where dancers are drawn.
The Harvest's abundance in life's great field
For the Fruits of labor and love's sweet trove.
The apple's nectar on my tongue, it yields.
Nature's gift is a dance
from heavens above.
Yet, as I taste the apple’s sweet yield...
I am transported to autumns of past.
To childhood days in the orchard field
And laughter lament is fading fast.
We seek the fire's embrace
against the chill.
As we are preparing for winter's
timeless phase.
And children's laughter fills with thrill -
That joyous echo of
Halloween's displays.
A fire crackles in life’s burning spin.
Look, as new life emerges from...
the ember's gentle glow.
We experience a symbol of...
transformation
a dance within...
Just like life's eternal rhythm...
like a river's ebb and flow.
There is steadfast and an...
unwavering resolve.
As a lone leaf clings to its
solitary dream.
A dream of green...
a dance as life revolves...
Against winter's ongoing
relentless regime.
Within winter's embrace and where life's seeds lie
Lies a seed of promise...
in silence grown.
I close my eyes and join autumn's
endless grace.
In reverie... I find my truest home.
Yet when I awaken -
It was a fleeting dream.
As the scent of autumn lingers in the air...
A testament to time that life's beauty is in…
Its ever-turning stream.
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cold silver disc
above stripped maple limbs—
night’s sharp exhale.
foxes trace frost
through brittle husks of corn.
field mice freeze.
your light bleaches
every hollow, spills
across stone.
no warmth left here,
just the owl’s call
and wind’s teeth.
harvest done.
earth sleeps hard
beneath you.
The harvest moon appears behind the hill
In purest enchantment like so foretold,
As her radiant tassels glimmer still
Like embroidered lace of russet and gold.
From whispering of the ambient breeze,
A nightscape etches autumn’s moss and fir
Through lucent bowers of glorious trees;
Where dragonflies and owls reel on, astir.
How bold the prism of a cycle’s ray
While September’s moonrise adorns the earth;
Igniting bright pageantry on display
With holy graces from nature’s rebirth.
Till majesty of lit sparkle descends;
And once more evenings’ ceremony ends.
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For John Hamilton's Your best rhyming poem-2
Posted 8.28.2016 Resubmitted 2.3.2017
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Come oh come to harvest home you thankful!
Rouse your tongues for your barns, so big and bountiful;
All grains and gains are safely gathered in with ease.
For your plenteous portion, oh praise the Prince of peace.
Come you thankful who dwells in God’s own field.
Worship Him whose wealth and wisdom we wield;
In tears and sorrow, wheat and tares are together sown,
But in harvest’s hour, in joy, we reap wholesome wheat alone.
To You, I God of harvest, we thankful will come!
With harps and hymns to Your holy harvest home;
Singing with Your holy angels on the street of gold,
Gladly bowing down to You, the Shepherd of the fold.
When harvest moon alights,
to sail like gauzy lace
on through a cloud’s embrace...
I watch her mystic rites,
as beaming, she excites
my lithesome hours of grace.
How glorious the view
atop a mountain crowned…
with lilies all around
that settle on her queue,
beguiling eve, anew
when sparklers reach the ground.
Till weaves of dawn advance
which ends fine Luna’s trance.
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Andrea Diterich's The HexSonnetta
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee
~ the word glorious has 3 syl count~
8/22/2015
She says, you can tell America
from the rest of the world
by the color of the wallpaper,
or lack thereof.
That southern hospitality is refreshing
after so many years in London.
The stuffed animal in her grasp
is named ‘Dog’.
When asked why she says,
"are you blind, it is a dog after all."
When the aide handed her a night gown
she asked if it was for sale.
He told her it was a gift,
but she could not accept it.
However, if he wanted to lend it to her
that would be “lovely”.
The aide was actually a woman.
When we told her so she replied,
“Well, she was a man
when he gave me the gown.”
We laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then”
and laughed with us
while clapping her hands.
I can’t tell you how old she is;
anything beyond 80 will do.
I can’t tell you how crazy she is.
I imagine more than a little.
Needless to say,
I liked her immediately.
as autumn's beauty explodes
in comforting hues of amber
summer petals become bulbous heads
in anticipation of fall's sensual splendor.
an aura of warmth and excitement
kisses our cheeks with a rosy glow,
as we softly cocoon ourselves
in a hearth of tender knowing.
evenings are lustful delicacies
as mornings burst with pleasure,
it is a time of blessed harvest
to nourish and replenish our souls.
wrapped in each other's care
we celebrate and honour
with excitement and passion
the feast of autumn's beauty.
we joyously give in completely
to the magic of autumn's scent
as fiery embers dance with us
to wonderrous heights of desire.
autumn's gorgeous palette
envelops our lingering moments
as we savour, breathlessly,
the rhapsody of souls becoming one.
Your wrists smell of fig sap and October rain
your shoulder blades two furrows turned for seed
your spine the long fence-row the sparrows read
at dusk, each vertebra a sheaf of grain
The vineyard heaves into your windowpane
as roots cleave—slow, below, agreed
and where your collarbone dips, the ripe world feeds
its split apricot, moth-wing, what my palms have gleaned
I turn toward you at the sink, your hair still wet
and lay my ring along the small of your back
the pear boughs laden, the foxes at the run
the creek gone sloe at the farthest bend
what forty years of kneeling cleaves in earnest
one body known, the soul brought into harvest.
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A prayer for those
Whose lives are thin
And shelves devoid of
Bread and tin.
A stronger prayer
For those who stand
With more than enough
In every hand.
For in God's Kingdom
Love is King
And generosity
The trendy thing.
There is no lack
Or chance despair.
No deprivation.
No hunger there.
In God's town..
No cupboards bare.
No hungry child.
No shadow there.
In the City of Angels
No fears you'll find
For hope and joy
Are all refined..
..by hands and feet
Of those who love
And serve the one
true God above.
So come on people!
Come and see
What God can do through you.
Through me.
It's Harvest
And in the Autumn glow
The words of truth are:
"Reap" and "sow"
For heaven need not
be a 'distant place'
If we love our neighbour,
At this time.
In this space.
So here's my prayer;
Dear God above..
Open our hearts
Through the power of Your love
And help us to see, every moment we live,
With the eyes of Your generous Spirit.
Teach us kindness.
Teach us to give.
For the path may be narrow
But our hearts can be wide.
Under God's season of plenty..
..and blessing
No-one can hide.
And in closing I ask
That I never walk by.
That I look that God given task
Square in the eye.
Keep me soft in the heart
Never letting it harden.
That the Eden we seek
Is right here in this garden.
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.
Fruits
come in
abundance,
All yellow fields
burst with golden grains,
Birds sing their songs of grace;
Sunshine shows God’s full embrace.
Our farmers dance with joy and cheer,
Crates are full, all hearts in gratefulness,
Hail bountiful harvest this month of year!
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Sept. 24, 2015 6.25 p.m.
-I'm also dedicating this poem to the birthday celebrants of the month especially to my loving poet sis-bff, PD, also to my dear friend, Debbie D and the rests. I'll also include mself. :)Best wishes with more prosperity and successess!
Eight Place
Contest: For Love of October
Judged: 10/1/2015
One day there will be a harvest like no other we’ve ever seen,
The day God harvests His people and casts out those that are unclean.
Only those that are fruitful and have fed on His word,
And drank from His living waters will have the right to be heard.
For those who were sinful and scoffed at His name,
Will suffer their consequences and be turned away for their shame.
For the day of the harvest all chances have ceased,
And the outcome is simple, the lake of eternal fire or God’s heavenly feast.
Forever in paradise or forever tormented in hell,
The choices you make determines where you will dwell.
No more excuses will you make as your name is called and you face Judgment Day,
You’re either rewarded grandly or sentenced to forever pay.
It is not for me to judge, only am I to try and save a few souls,
To turn their lives around and make heaven their only goal.
Daily read your Bible and praise and thank God for all that He has done,
And above all else especially thank Him for sending us His only Son.
Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine
Elements every farmer needs.
With crops rippling in the breeze
Combine harvesters whirl into action
See them steadfastly snaking along the fields
I can hear their dull drone from morning to night
Farmhands work tirelessly to gather the harvest
Making hay whilst the sun shines
Every second of the day is so precious
Until the final rays of the red sunset fade
Only then the farmer leaves and can rest
Harvest moon rapidly rises
Silhouetted in the majestic oak tree
A barn owl roosts silently in the quiet of night
Nature Poem – Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
08~02~15
Sunlight filtered gold
Shadow dance on autumn field
Indian summer.
Children so special
Labeled by society --
Morons, retarded
Each has unique gifts
Wide-eyed, forever smiling
Offer them respect
They have disabilities
But treasures lie in their hearts
Don’t measure life’s worth
By capacity to learn --
Gauge power to love
For the Harvest of Happiness contest