Best Hay Poems

The full fallow moon was hung low in July
 As white stars and fireflies lit the night sky,
A sight to behold was the feline bold'
Drawing sighs from the violin, his arms did enfold
He played on the breeze to the harvest to come
As An orchestra of...

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I thought you were my needle in the hay
The soulmate I’d been searching for, for endless days
The love of a lifetime, here on poetrysoup
Right under my nose, and I never knew 
Till I found you one night, when I couldn’t sleep
Your words like sweet bees,...

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Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

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Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

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The hot days with storms and rain

The grass is getting longer every day

Time to...

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It’s noisy in here
The engines don’t shut down till midnight
That’s when the sweating begins
The deep human subsystem checks in for the morning
Orange lights permeate the dust that rains down
And people move like ghosts in the fray
No one talks they just move in slow motion
Like a...

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       Hay un dia feliz by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

      To come by a happy day

(In this poem, Parra maintains lines of twelve to thirteen syllables with every other line ending almost...

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A Roll in the Hay

Try to be different.
Take the plunge. 
Dare to live for today.
Be your own boss,
be true to your school,
and, charge for a roll in the hay.

Eat, drink and do Mary.
Boys will be boys they say.
But, Men and the boys
have different priced toys,
Some...

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Strong these arms that hold you
when needed to be.
Safe your dreams deep in my soul
when doubting and you need to see.
Soft are the hands that guide you
in this life.
Round is the ring on my finger that
makes me your wife.
Peaceful are the feelings that draw
us near.
Security...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workaholic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god...

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Jack and Jill were in the barn one day,

when Jack spoke of a game to play.

But, when the door was shut,

something poked Jill in the butt.

It seems she found a needle in the hay.



For the "Needle in the hay" contest...

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Sweet
summer scent
of golden grass
in flower filled meadows
ripening...

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there was a young lady from Trang,
renowned for her sexual slang, 
in heat of the moment, 
sang loud in the foment
oh darling I'm so glad you sprang!...

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The hayride proved fun for all I must say

Until I jumped up and bellowed, “Oy Vey!”

     Other couples’ heads poked out

     Just to learn what made me shout

(I’d sat upon a needle in the hay.)





*For Dana’Lynn’s “Needle...

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A dating site,
I checked out,
found some men,
I couldn't figure out.

Some were sitting,
on their scooter so tough,
some had fish,
talking of their luck.

Some were hunters,
with their trophy held high,
while others talked,
about treating them right.

Now I am shocked,
at what some men think,
talking about bars,
and having a drink.

My goal...

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All men approach the inevitable hardships of choices made or forced upon
A day of “paying the Piper” some may say 
Does one go about endlessly searching- trying to live as if won
Or get down and dirty- on hands and knees-searching for the answer to life’s...

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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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