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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
a flock on pastures
the story of the black sheep
i am the shepherd
When the Lord of all
Calls you His own
When He is your great Shepherd
You'll never be alone
For when you lose your way
Or from the fold you stray
He Will find you and carry you home.
You will never want
There's nothing more you need
He gives you peace and rest
In pastures so green
He knows when you thirst
To living waters he leads
When the Lord of all
Calls you His own
When you walk through the valley
When death stalks by so near
Know the Shepherd watches
And there's nothing to fear
The rod and staff he carries
Will never hurt you or harm
It's for your protection
and to guide you safely to his arms
You will never want
There's nothing more you need
He gives you peace and rest
In pastures so green
He knows when you thirst
To living waters he leads
When the Lord of all
Calls you His own
Before the Enemy
You show your care for me
By setting your table with all my needs
You Anoint my head with Oil
To give me healing
And fill my heart with joy
And fill my heart with joy!
where's the greener grass?
swamped with agony despair
in these troubled times
Morning dew glistens,
Illuminating the plains;
Sparkling scenery.
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
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
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
Lured across the world are we,
to setting sun, ancient sea,
privileged ones so carefree
lured to pastures greener?
Wander led the core of me,
to foreign suns Pharisees.
Naiveté fueled, footloose, free,
lured to pastures greener?
Herded child of Galilee
primed-pumped, then set free
fool's gold seeking protégée
lured to pastures greener?
Stop searching, surely, you see
beauty is all around thee.