Best Piece Of Ground Poems

An Egyptian I never could be,
but since reading of their history,
in limerick form
I now write to inform
my friends of the Gods’ family tree.

From “Waters of Chaos” came Nun,
the only God under the sun.
The first piece of ground
rose up as a mound.
Hun stood there and coughed...

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Like a piece of ground where bombs go off repeatedly,
my inner landscape is perpetually marked
by these explosions of sorrow,
made all the worse
by the lack of a listening ear,
a warm open heart
or an outstrerched hand.

I have constructed a map
but it's incomplete,by its nature;
so even now,I might...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile...

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I was only twelve or thirteen when Dad bought
	The twenty acres alongside the highway
		On the east side of town in 1956,
That seemed so quiet then, unimportant even.

A piece of ground where horses had been kept for years, 
			Though I’d never noticed them there.
Rough wooden corral...

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A Single Tree
Steve L. Siegel
August, 2015
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Up on the upper Hoh River there is a trail 
Only two and haft miles long, at end of trail is a tree
Were it has turned into a cross all by Gods own hands
People have been coming up there for...

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If I found I had to search for a needle in the hay,
I would certainly choose to do so on a summer's day.
I wouldn't want it in a hay bale, fed to a hungry horse.
So I must find that sharp needle, and I know that,...

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There's room for improvement in my heart 
continually I'm aware of love's presence in my life 
I better be fair at least with others if not myself 
If I lost this precious piece of ground
tell me would i be capable of winning her heart at...

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What's in a Name? 
                                        ...

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La Poetess Gardener;
And in her garden she's growing;
Small flower Jan Allison;
We thank you for your words and verses of encouragements;
How be it some funny, a lot heaven sent;
We thank you for sharing your creativeness;
A small piece of ground used to grow vegetables, fruit, herbs, or...

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Warmth and understanding,
With nothing to assume, 
Gentle like her yoga,
Dark eyes were shining too.
 
Disturbing my indifference,
She moved into the room
With understated presence,
And saturated mood.
 
She didn’t disregard me, but
Her walls were never down,
The wolves that she kept waiting
Always were around.
 
It’s better left platonic,
Precious,...

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A GLIMPSE OF HERITAGE

To Visit the past, is to understand your future.

The storm was moving away, the noise no longer pounding,
Sky turned blue from dark, thunder abating, hail disappearing,
I took refuge under a bridge during this fierce storm’s ranting,
A bright flash, circular light and colorful...

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A patchy, cracked tiled floor
Receives my broken heaves and knees,
my swollen mouth, my red eyes
All buried deep in a bath towel
The floor receives a ceaseless flood
Of sorrow, of overwhelming regret
And it wrenches me and my open lungs 
Over
 and over

I hate that this floor feels...

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Oh, the falling rain.
What a welcomed sound.
To ease the pain,
and soften the hard thirsty ground.
A prayer answered, to save
us from this drought.
To quite our blatant doubt.
So rain please fall down.
Kiss my little piece of ground.
Rain on  my roof top,
please fall softly upon
my weak and...

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The last piece of ground beef
No larger than a quarter

Eyed longingly by eight little eyes
their manners for most part in order

First eye each other to look for a nod
And then to look at the plate

Or  to look for intent
Should appetite break free in hope...

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You could tell he didn’t know
Who he was or where to go
You’d find him around town
Bedded down on a piece of ground

I’m sure there was a time
When he was just so fine
But that was long ago
When his world was aglow

Now there are no dreams
And the...

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