Best Pastures Poems
Horses in battle with valor showed
In ancient times when conflicts rose
On mighty steeds warriors rode
Swords at the ready to vanquish foes
Modern battles by machines are run
Which allowed the equines to have more fun
Running wild running free
Enjoying a new destiny
In verdant pastures horses roam
Grazing under azure skies
Spending days in serenity's home
Having toiled to earn this prize
3-11-2020
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
pastures, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Fleeing into dark night, I run
A truth not wholly accepted
A promise breaking as I write
One story ends, one rejected
I question my decisions now
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Rejection sets me on my way
As to wishes I did have one
The broken mirror reflects all
A dream remaining but no time
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Only one madness to my rhyme
I run far, always looking back
No hope remains under the sun
Great sentiment jolted off track
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Categories:
pastures, goodbye, dark, dark,
Form:
Quatern
Cows roamed sunlit green pastures hugging the river banks
Where villagers of meager means cultivated their tiny farms
Living happily amid bare necessities trusting destiny's hand.
That place, I left behind, taking the only dirt-road out of town
Long before brazen street-lights replaced kerosene lamps
And invading industrial hands pilfered farmers' pristine land.
As modernity ravaged lives, trampling elder's innocent footprints,
Bewildered serenity escaped the pain of dismantled memories.
Saddened river knows, having carried ashes of the anguished,
Heartache farmers felt when strangers re-wrote ancestral story.
September 28, 2018
Lines of ten that remind you what it was like back then
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
pastures, farm, people, places,
Form:
Free verse
From the pastures which he usually run lose
I behold and tied my mind.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT E any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
pastures, visionary,
Form:
Couplet
My words echo back to me
Off barren walls
Through empty halls
Find no hearing ears this eve
Except my own
I'm quite alone.
Soon perhaps I'll leave this place
For greener fields
'Cross distant hills
And never happen back this way
Except in thought
For lessons taught.
I'll follow perchance this gale
That birthed my soul
And kept the coals of hope aglow
A peaceful breeze that fills my sails
And safely takes me
Across seas of animosities.
Here the grass has all but died
And turned to brown
Exposing bare ground
No longer can my roots be tied
I'll leave the wind the master
To choose a way to greener pastures.
Timothy I. Brumley
Just in case any of my fans are wondering, I wrote this poem in 1979 just
before coming back from overseas during my enlistment in the Air Force.
The breeze, or gale, mentioned above represents the Holy Spirit.
Categories:
pastures, adventure, faith, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
Summer green,harvest scene-
the view changes every day
Summer blue,yellow too-
the view changes every day
Summer again,refreshing rain-
the view changes every day
Summer breeze,sculptured trees-
the view changes every day
Summer still,in God's will-
the view changes every day
Inspired by the view from the meeting room of our Christian house-party vacation this past
week
Categories:
pastures, nature, seasons
Form:
Couplet
Boundless pastures, velvety green,
Between the forests there;
Sheep and shepherds, gujjars and buffalos,
Present a heaven’s scene:
Scarcely seen—in fog.
Sad soul! How benevolent is life there
And how hard in real.
Categories:
pastures, nature,
Form:
Free verse
a flock on pastures
the story of the black sheep
i am the shepherd
Categories:
pastures, animals, life, nature, social,
Form:
Haiku
where's the greener grass?
swamped with agony despair
in these troubled times
Categories:
pastures, green,
Form:
Senryu
Morning dew glistens,
Illuminating the plains;
Sparkling scenery.
Categories:
pastures, nature
Form:
Haiku
INFERNO
As I watched from far away,
Under the sun sending down its rays,
Not willing to stare any longer,
And about to find my way out,
I noticed the earth trembling,
Followed by a cacophony,
Temperature rose in a flash,
Behold it was a volcano,
Red molten flowing down from its cone,
Arable down destroyed,
The reddish molten was like blood,
Blood of Slavery.
When will hearts of men be one?
Being different from none,
Humans being callous to another,
For exploitation of others,
Like a lion that turneth not away from its prey.
Captured with alluring promises,
With goodies and pleasantries,
Men became victims of circumstances,
Minds anticipated life with good fortunes and feature,
But least they never knew,
That their thoughts were all fiction.
Disastrous like a sirroco,
Blew the winds of the deserts,
Their human nature became weary,
Without any proper attention given,
Covering many miles,
Of which some lost their lives.
Seeing the anguish of men,
I rhapsodised about the fate of lives,
That were experiencing onslaught,
My heart was deeply exasperated,
Seeing how lives were siphoned like liquid,
The famished ones died away,
And the sands of the desert buried their bodies.
On the Mediterranean they voyaged,
Endangering lives of youthful age,
They were like unpreserved cabbage,
Experiencing the sporadic fierce tempest,
The extreme cold nights,
Accompanied with empty stomach,
Leading their skin to take the hue of an oak,
In juxtaposition with a mahogany.
Nostalgic feelings came,
The care and love shown to them at home,
Created in their hearts a hole, Which can only be filled by hope, Their condition was like perdition.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
Categories:
pastures, abuse, black african american,
Form:
Didactic
Green Pastures Gone Brown
David J Walker
The mood rises at the slight hint
Of moisture on a far horizon
Releasing
Faint memories of a fabled rain
Memories of memories
Unable to describe
the scent
of something
Long absent
Memories of temporality
pledged
to a faceless clergy
a Polyhistor’s explanation was
the same
The mood falls
with nights
uncertain
measures
Green pastures
gone brown
Categories:
pastures, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
the zebra took off to his greener pastures
he's lion in grass
for his love to be tiger
the zebra took off
connie pachecho
3/6/17
Categories:
pastures, allusion, beauty, love,
Form:
Haiku
If I were a single man, I would be longing for a mate;
If I were a married man, I would miss going out with a new date;
If I were a divorced man, I would not feel completely free;
If I were a widowed man, it would be lonely being me.
If I were a childless man, I would wish for a daughter and a son;
If I were a family man, away from home I’d want to run;
If I were a working man, I’d be bored from nine to five;
If I were unemployed, I’d have no vision to keep alive.
The grass is always greener in that pasture far away;
The trick to a happy life is to be satisfied with the path that you have paved;
So, every day I wake up, no matter the situation I am in,
I thank God for the life I have, to do otherwise would be a mortal sin.
Categories:
pastures, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
drop in a bucket
the molecules dont stay still
moving before our motion
expression in many facets
the dimensions beyond a mention
these edges erased with questions
this isnt supposed be understood
is how ive come to understand
over analysis, exhausting our chance
to know what balance is
the lost are hand fed the cost
of cowardice
double crossed the callousness
this land is made from the tender it harvested
lender for partial attendance and partnership
sending the spark through electrons and consciousness
offerings of seeing a difference an animate object is
join me in gaining distance
full circle to feel resistance
hydrogen as a witness
what is this place's wishes?
Categories:
pastures, perspective, space, word play,
Form:
Free verse