Best Seeds Poems

**"And his name was Jack"**

No one perceives what abides above the clouds. 
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs. 
I demand to see and feel before I believe. 
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
~~~

I'm the daughter of a farmer. 
I have a...

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A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from the busyness 
the incessant noise
my many responsibilities
life’s never ending activities
work that is never done
all of life’s many conflicts


I reach the...

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Ageless Seeds Of Simple Joys

When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.

Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise...

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When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.

Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise sails
should you bask in...

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When I say peace, what comes into your mind?
Some fantasy, a world where there's no wars
No soldiers setting foot on foreign shores
Where weapons of destruction aren't designed

My thoughts on peace are vastly more refined
I think of nature's song which has no score
The changing of her...

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The God Seeds

in the midnight summer solstice
out in air alive with fireflies
floats young lovers and their wishes
exciting moments hand and hand
hold the mind in solid silence
contemplating on the romance
to be shared in heat of passion
just a touch is hot attraction
till coming dawn all fresh with...

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Spring's First Morn, Promise Of Those Rising Seeds

When seeking beauty, 'tis the rose I choose
Its flaming reds, 'oft love and truth infuse
And so reminds fine poetry of Keats
Or delicious taste of chocolate sweets
Yet dawn's sweet awakening Shelley sings
That flowers are the purest Heart of Spring!

But...

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When sowing in a fallow field
A bumper crop you'll hope to yield
For many folks, do a good deed
Think of others when planting seed

No two days will e'er be the same
The farmer always takes the blame
Some crops are never meant for feed
Think of others when planting...

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A blowing wind ~ in November's chill
Through leafless trees ~ atop a hill 
Falling seeds ~ adrift in air 
Blowing Wildly ~ far and near

Under leaves ~ and under stone 
Lost in cover ~ left alone 
A lucky seed ~ If rain begins 
Where it...

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"Seeds of Reformation"

It has already begun
the swift elevation 
of metaphor, self revelation
echoes the transition
of other heralds

their grand symphony
of change singing 
like archangels calling 
in the love pains, of all
their others' oceans 

beacons pure,
the children
torch bearers
radiant lights
teetering on the edge 

of reformation

shifting

fresh hearts 
reaching out 
to...

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Black weeds of doubt
still sprout
from the seeds of me pain
remembering the day
when i had lost love again
after letting myself care much
forgot that love is hush
still I tasted the bitter
side of love that wasn't better
those words of pain from your letter

Ignored that, there is danger
in loving...

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I’m noticing the seeds I like to buy
are running out in flavor “Nacho Cheese.”
They’ve got sunflower seeds in Ranch, but I
require my nacho cheese ones. Geeez Louise!!

I look it up on Google and I find
they’re selling out. I run to every store!
They’ve got that dang...

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Quote:
If there were no night, we would not appreciate the day, 
nor could we see the stars and the vastness of the heavens. 
We must partake of the bitter with the sweet. 
There is a divine purpose in the adversities we encounter every day. 
They...

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If we could look into the seeds of time,
and say which grain will grow and which will not,
we would arrange our affairs defiantly
in the face of current opposition.

If a thought should geminate and flourish
in the barren soil of the status quo,
it would likely be by...

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A packet of seeds arrived in the mail last week
with no hint of what they were, or how to be grown.
With curiosity aroused by their mystique,
I wondered just what I would reap from what I'd sown.

The very next day, there appeared weird little sprouts,
wiggling like...

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