Best Reap Poems
If you sow seeds of kindness,
Then kindness is what you'll reap.
If you sow seeds of forgiveness,
You'll reap untroubled sleep.
If you sow seeds of anger,
of hatred or discontent,
You'll reap a crop of violence,
Discord and evil intent.
If you sow seeds of brotherly love,
Then love you will receive,
But if wickedness is what you sow,
Then wicked you will be.
The lesson here is pretty clear:
You reap just what you sow.
Therefore, strive to sow only good seeds,
And spread them wherever you go.
2/13/13
Sow 2 Reap
Why do we suffer in this way,
a lot of religions have words to say,
As ye sow so shall ye reap,
what if you up an die tuite suite,
Karma will get you aye...
Don Johnson
The world is suffering more madness in the name of religion,
the one God wants none of it.
Maybe hell is here when Karma comes into bat..
. I too have lost many people to the Reaper, My Sue in April.
But the Grub becomes the Butterfly,
the Spirit is you when it flys,
a change of habit, new disguise,
adventure time Tom-Tit ...
Baby, Cant we just stop and begin again
Satan has got us in a headspin
I refuse to just let him win
We are on that bumpy road of sin
Please baby, let's stop and begin
With Gods love growing Within
For our spirit runs so deep
While we reap the reward from Gods true love
Just makes me want to try
Looking for all the answers why
Believing he provides us with the good book
So we never have to get shook
We should not fear this hellish atmosphere
We both know God is everywhere
Satan just wants us in dispare
So let's be aware
How we can walk right through his snare
With how much we love and care
All of this stress causing us to be so reckless
I would rather think about you in your wedding dress
Why can't we see
God only wants the best for you and me
Even if we have to stop and begin again
Letting Gods love dwell within
Learning to live without sin
Then our love and trust will weather
Any evil stunt satan tethers
Our love is here to stay
In every possible way
Chained to my heart
God playing such a significant part
In the biggest display
To ever come our way
Knowing we have what it takes
making it possible for love to sway
I pray God blesses it every day
Keeping Satan out of play
We were babies together, you and I.
Then toddlers, teetering, side by side.
Learning to walk in life, hand in hand.
Balancing each other as we struggled to stand.
You never knew, cause I had to be strong,
But I feared everyday that I'd do something wrong.
A bump on the head, the wrong kind of juice.
Am I doing this right?
Can't fail- no excuse!
Even the best parents are filled with doubt.
Am I leaving a scar anytime that I shout?
Could I have done more to prepare, and protect?
Warn them of monsters, but keep fear in check?
Have I been a good influence, or sealed their fate?
So many questions whose answers must wait.
Then just the other day I looked into your eyes.
A reflection of myself took me by surprise.
As I listened to you speak, your voice came through as mine.
My question was answered- you would be fine.
Our struggles in life can leave a deep well.
I planted survival and you've reaped it well.
Though we've seen dark days, we continue to shine.
My story is your's, your story is mine.
From you I learned patience, compassion, and laughter.
I gained strength and courage that lasted long after.
I raised you from child into woman, you see
But what I did for you, so you did for me.
We were mother and daughter.
Though titles belied.
For you were my mother, as much as my child.
~NMG
Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills
Like a tight jar your fate rests sealed
Life strains under its heavy goals.
After death, truth's light is revealed
Lying lips are kissed by burning coals.
Loud roars cry out life is so unfair
Beg pay for merely knowing your name.
You play, wandering around with no care
Ignoring follies and your great shame.
You walk along a dark, forbidden path
With cold fingers jammed in your ears.
Cry about hard times and imagined wrath
Run from shadows and your greatest fears.
Blue dark day may wait for your descent.
You reap ill because you did not repent!
Robert J. Lindley
1986
Written: October 25, 2023
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Autumn saplings fall comely to the ground.
Crimson love decays, its vibrant hue around.
Cycle of nature, a dance of life's embrace,
As summer bids adieu, fall turns to grace.
In this harvest paradise, colors whisk and blend.
Cherish recalls it and shares it with Moon trend.
Akin to an odd comet's tail that shines so bright,
Smiles, abetted to be swallowed, wane in the night.
Cherish the night, as darkness bears weight.
Salient Incognito stars and a golden sedate
In this faded fantasy, dreams and reality collide.
An image is such a treat, showing scenes that collide.
Time, a forever trick, weaves its intricate spell.
Autumn leaves fall and the stories they tell
Whispered secrets of love and laughter,
Moments are frozen in time, forever after.
As the wind gently rustles through the trees,
Nature sings its symphony with a gentle breeze.
The leaves twirl and spin as dancers in the air.
Creating a masterpiece beyond compare
Autumn's canvas, painted in hues of gold,
A masterpiece of colors, both bold and old
Each leaf that falls, a scene comes to an end.
Without fear, the cycle of life will transcend.
In a season of morph, beauty is to be found.
In the quiet spaces, nature's whispers resound.
Let autumn leaves fall gently to the ground.
And embrace nature, in its glory profound.
A wasteland of dreams
creates more angst
when night starts to dim,
to drain hollow trails
pinching my bruised chest.
Yet, I shall take
my will’s new flight
and burn candles
seeking life’s grail.
In my world…
fervor roams;
bathed by trust
gently
reaping
hope!
Dr. Ram's Diminished Hexaverse
Theme: Hope
by nette onclaud
Grass is green, flowers bloom, bees are buzzing
The sunshine gleams so bright, warm and golden
The sky is blue and clear, almost here is the spring.
Here is jolly March wind playing jokes with fun
Turning umbrellas inside out, fragrant fresh air
Whispering in each ear to wake up seeds soon.
Never mind March! You are not bad, or in anger
You are only blowing the winter away for April
It is the rainbow month of spring time shower.
Lots of pretty flowers bright with lilacs and daffodil
The shining roofs, summer in light, winter in shades
The little clouds go by with the windy warm April.
Oh, happy sounds of May! Hum of the buzzing bees
The song of gentle breeze, chirping of birds younger
The days are warm, by the evening fresh air cools.
Spring- the taste of prosperity, of adversity in winter,
The twig bare in winter, in spring green with glitters
Spring is recognized not by men but by plants sooner.
Month of May comes, makes to blossom all lusty hearts
Like herbs and trees do to bring the fruit and flourish
Boost lambs and lovers to spring and flourish in lusty deeds.
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August 22, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Season's bliss by Regina
You broke his heart and left him there to bleed
Then found another heart your lust to feed
You threatened and you spoke some vicious lies
And basked in glory of your masked disguise
You made the others think your love was true
Forgetting what was old you sought the new
You thought you’d covered up what you had done
But all will come to light beneath the sun
For what we sow we know is what we’ll reap
One day your heart will break and you will weep
A principle that’s found in every creed
With sword you slay with self-same sword you’ll bleed
For justice does not long in slumber stay
One day he will awake and have his way
The time was 1969, the place- Home-Economics class in junior high. While guys got sent
to “shop,” those of us of the softer sex learned culinary skills. I loved those days when the
room was filled with the sounds of our chatting, laughing and clanging pots and pans, as we
busied ourselves preparing meals before sitting down at our group tables to enjoy the fruits
of our labors. That was my first semester. In the next semester came. . . .SEWing.
Gone were the room’s former tantalizing odors. And the tables once used for sampling
our experiments in cooking had been ominously transformed. Now there were patterns
we’d been asked to buy in fabric stores pinned onto pieces of material and laid out
across the center of each table. Those forms for clothing-yet-to-be, strange maps imprinted
with vertical and horizontal lines and codes along their edges, confused and overwhelmed
me. The implements of baking - mixing bowls, pans, and the cups and spoons for
measuring - had been replaced by a much less comforting display of thread and thimbles,
sewing machines, binding tape and scissors.
With zero scintillation and after the befuddling explanations from my teacher,
I somehow ended up with a hot pink mini dress(actually wearable!) with white trim
amateurishly attached, and. . .for all my effort, the stunning grade of C.
Thankfully, in high school I discovered among a broader choice of electives, Creative Writing
Class, my time to sparkle!
For Carol Brown's "Story Time" (just one story of many that would comprise my bio)
pregnant harvest moon
penetrating horizon,
birthing morning sun
*For Raul's Nature's Best Haiku Contest :)
Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed,
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter,
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no,
gently taking back that
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one
A sunshine behind every darkness
In the end, we will reach success
There's a rainbow behind every tear
Face thy tomorrow with no fear
The shades of hope are seen from above
Out of those beast of struggles that we have
Embarking to defeat the unfair reality
There's a daredevil in ones identity
Prejudice exists everywhere
Turn thy back as if thee won't care
Let the karma drag them to hell
They couldn't escape even if they keep on hiding from their shell
Enjoy as you reap your golden fruits
Determination,courage and faith are the roots
Responsive truth as you feel the rain
Believe in God's plan and let us exalt his name :)
BY : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
August 5, 2014
Sometimes things just don't turn out.
Sometimes things don't fit.
Just the way you hoped they would,
But don't get in a snit.
Try to make the best of things,
Just the way they are.
It may not be just perfect,
But for sure it's up to par.
You worked so hard, you did your best,
Left nothing up to chance;
But don't judge the day by what you reaped,
But by the seeds you plant.
If you plant smiles instead of frowns,
You're sure to get back cherries.
Plant some hugs and kisses,
And you'll get a bowl of berries;
But stomp and snort, plant anger,
Discord and irritation,
And you'll get back no sweets my friend,
Because you plant vexation.
Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
reap
what we sow
Spring has come
Let’s place it
in the sun
Let’s place it
in the sun
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
With time
it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
when you give it time
I am yours
and you are mine
Our love’s a seed
Let’s watch it grow
and we may reap
what we sow
reap
what we sow
With time it grows
And the seedling shows
And a flower sprouts
freeing the beauty inside
there’s no need to hide
the beauty inside
Let’s watch it grow
so that we may reap
we may reap
reap what we sow
We may reap
We may reap
reap what we sow