Best Haystacks Poems
Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows of hyacinths and ferns quiver, disarranged huts begin to shake as the rough wind wheezes. And on this late July, mounds of dust remind me of summers back in my grandfather’s hometown. Yet, a different vanishing overtakes me.
a season passes…
carrying all its flowers
to emerge as buds
Watching for thrushes that grow moist from dusky froth , my heels trek along deepened clay. As I lay on haystacks listening to stars chiming, the inky moon sinks its riddled face through a veil. Somehow, I feel alone...abandoned like the opera of a heart which seems to fall into a tragic ending. Yes, Grandpa isn’t around any longer, as a eulogy of tears swells.
on this barren field…
a solitary twig cracks
from one glittered tree
The nightfall drools looking for the yellow among clouds. For a while, the hazy outlines of strangers--native women and children ---disturb my old revelries when Grandpa would linger by the porch dipping tunes from his violin. Through calm intervals of laughter, we sway together; fire to air, salt to honey. Much as I need to inhabit this space, it no longer belongs to me, or to him. But twilight comes brimming with all the glistened jewels of our own world.
between two lifetimes
is a haunting melody…
like a song unsung
11/19/2015
Creative Haibuns Contest
For Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Categories:
haystacks, beautiful, grandfather, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Haibun
Splendiferous skies
Sunflower sunrise
haystacks of lilacs
pastel daisies play
with robins and jays
fragrant grass finds
bunny behinds
cotton lambs coo
earth's lush rebirth
a spring dream
until my
face hits a
clinging
bug filled
web
3/09/21
Poem of the Day
3/11/21
Categories:
haystacks, animal, insect, nature,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today, the sea formed haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of soft ocean sounds humms by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!
Categories:
haystacks, animals, happiness, health, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
The forward-pointing fight of jolly time overflies.
And today blurs into a missing yesterday reprise.
The present blossom has dwindled and faded away,
Into a meager light reminiscence of yesterday.
Wildwood snuggles,
haystacks of sparkles,
yesterday struggles,
tomorrow marvels
It's sobering to discover a shattered soul in ruin.
The rage of this life was my deep eternal bane.
Heroic hearts provide a sense of timelessness.
Only to be misled after restoring to endlessness.
Wildwood snuggles,
haystacks of sparkles,
yesterday struggles,
tomorrow marvels
Unbeknown to the utterly ecstatic child.
On bestow, eternality on previous days riled.
He abused the promises devoted to himself that day.
As a result, auld enough, therefore a relentless journey.
A young sparrow meets a growing north wind.
His ambitions don't adapt to the pride designed.
And a terrible yet enlightening event arose.
Men envy the sunbird on the sky, tells the prose.
Wildwood snuggles,
Haystacks of sparkles,
yesterday struggles,
Tomorrow marvels.
Written: November 29, 2021
1st Place contest winner.
''Y'' Contest, New Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
haystacks, adventure, analogy, beauty, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
Everyday he was there.
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors
He watched the road, the hay,
the horizon, and sometimes even me.
His eyes followed my bucket and me.
I felt, not uncomfortable, but
as if a passive madness were there
in that field, watching, always watching.
Once I stopped to say, "Hello."
He ignored me, standing erect,
absorbing the sun,
and gazing at the golden hay.
He was never in the same place.
Sometimes, he was near the road.
So close, I thought I could hear his breath,
his very thoughts as I passed,
thoughts I would never repeat.
The sound of the water sloshing
in my pail and his mind in rhythm.
Yesterday, he was lying in the middle of the field,
staring upward into the sun.
Motionless and still…
Today he was gone.
His absence left the field seemingly empty.
Yet… the haystacks and the scattered straw,
the sky, the sun itself
Brighter…Alive
Author notes:
Inspired by “Haystacks in Province,” by Vincent Van Gogh
Categories:
haystacks, imagination, inspirational, introspection, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Black ship, kick the door!
Your language is dust
Cornered, sacred words
A forgotten sheep
Demanding a shift
Thunderstorm clouds attend
No one will notice, in the end
Incomplete carcasses
Diamond worm domain
In your prism-like universe
Fed on geometric shapes
Rhyme that door!
Run away!
Black ship, sail!
Smashing broccoli heads
Reach the portal in the rain
Floating bowl on cosmic haystacks
Look it up with my velvet spoon
Then join the silk, sonic blast
On the roof
Oh, but your hands are tied!
Symbiosis shall come in hand
Blow my steps way up high
(Balloons and thread look alike
When papered by fish in flight)
Spider my past into the air
And I shall take you there
Categories:
haystacks, confusion, imagination
Form:
A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places in vast houses,
of long forgotten mattresses, wild green valley
glanced from aloft, through a secret window:
all of adolescence burns and drowns,
like a lamp dying down in rain.
***
February 21, 2017
Categories:
haystacks, love, memory, youth,
Form:
Free verse
A pair of tiny orphans
in haystacks their mother made,
near an orchard by a lake,
with pine tall as an arcade.
Sheltering them,I brought milk
to the lonely kits each day,
but they wouldn't show their faces
till I hovered far away.
In time they learned to like me,
and slowly joined running games;
one brown-furred, one white bundle
Sugar and Puff... their nicknames.
Hearing my voice from the door,
the kitties would run so quick
right up my tummy to the neck;
playing cuddle- and- frolic.
They hopped about the garden
wearing blooms like a shawl,
and I seemed content to ride
my pets till break of nightfall.
One day, Puff and Sugar left
not marking sign of contacts...
the fun of souls well relished,
how my heart misses loved cats.
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I Love My Pets!
Laura Loo's Contest
1/25/2016
Categories:
haystacks, animal, devotion, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums
in stil de grain complete a trio 'round
high jasmine shrubs, which in the octaves run
aureolin to beige. Nearby is found
a vegetable garden where blond onions,
squash and carrots in harmony abound
with notes of maize and amber. Faun melons
grace a clef of trellis where ecru-crowned
warblers and the sunglow-breasted Hutton's
Vireo twitter in tune with corn-downed,
bumblebees and drone: summer has begun.
Categories:
haystacks, farm, garden, summer,
Form:
Quatorzain
i will forget you
just as i have forgotten my first kiss
and third grade teacher
you will be forgotten
and sent into the backyard of my mind
and forbidden to return
i will turn away from the push cart
with purple asters
and ignore gazebos and river walks
i will not go where people mingle in twos
and where apple blossoms touch the air
i will be too busy forgetting you
nothing will be related to you
not the key hook you forced into the wall
or the tablecloth you scorched
because you turned for a kiss
everything will be what it is
without a remnant of what was you
i will forget you
even when dreams resurrect us
and you take vengeance in your absence
i was forgetting you with another
but saw the baby robin peak from its nest
and excitedly said, “carol, look!”
i will forget you
through every temptation and hint
daisy fields and haystacks
the first green suggestion of spring
you returning to bed for “just a minute”
i will forget you
but not just now
Categories:
haystacks, lost love, memory, recovery
Form:
Free verse
K'ómoks
Mountains like haystacks—
Pearly hills stretching over
A nestled city
J.R. Dawson aka 'Yiska' © 2014
Categories:
haystacks, beautiful, city, imagery, mountains,
Form:
Haiku
Baby’s Breath.
Please give to me the right address
And I will reach you with my rhyme,
Though they may seem expressionless
They excel in the art of mime,
Like trickling brooks upon the page
Like haystacks built with new mown hay,
Like writings from an ancient sage,
Or morning sounds upon the day.
Please tender me your sympathy
And let me bid to leave the night,
Then I will take you out with me
Where we can bind the early light,
That kindles in the burning dawn
And softly wanders in your eyes,
Like promises, as yet unborn
Before the first new baby cries.
Please give me time to change my song
Into a gentle melody,
For innocence is rarely wrong
And newborn hearts will ever be,
Poetic nuances of joy
That set a smile upon your face,
That mortal man can not destroy
In this, or any other place.
Please bear with me just once again
And I will kiss the child’s soft face,
Then we’ll go walking in the rain
So grateful for this gift of grace,
And I can hear your laughter sound
Like wind chimes chasing down the bay
Before you skip and blow around
Like pages from another day…
Categories:
haystacks, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Cicada chirp
vibration.
Comes an image
of heat, sweat, sweet clover
and haystacks that itch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Laura McKenzie's contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Categories:
haystacks, history, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Teeth for corn in yellow molars.
Green-leaved ears entwined.
Stalks of husks for backbones.
Layers wrapped in rind.
Goblins out to play.
Scarecrows in the field.
Hands with teathered grasses.
Wheat that's left to yield.
Moonlit yellow haystacks.
Straw in crooked threads.
Monsters in behind them.
Ghouls without their heads.
Pumpkins thick with pulp.
Orange and wet and ripe.
Stripes in fatty circles.
Stems bent like a pipe.
Halloween is here again.
Man puts on his armour.
Time to plow the field.
The man we know as farmer.
Categories:
haystacks, celebration, farm, children, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
Dark clouds trying to cover the full moon
Creates an eerie feeling all throughout
An old farmhouse sits upon the great height
And haystacks sit down the hill and about
This is where the great fearsome scarecrow sits
Awaiting strangers that may come to view
Ravens fly about his glowing pumpkin head
Evil face exudes what it wants to do
When you come face to face with this scarecrow
Your days will sure come to an abrupt end
A scythe he carries he surely will use
And the ravens will take your soul to send
Owner of the farmhouse won’t mess with him
For the fear of death that’s within his bones
He works around him during daylight hours
Avoids him in the night within his zones
Scarecrow has more power in the full moon
And his alluring calls just isn’t right
The great pumpkin head scarecrow glows fiercely
He rules the dark fields, prowling in the night
Russell Sivey
Categories:
haystacks, dark, evil, halloween, moon,
Form:
Quatrain