Best Sowing Poems

Upon the wind sheltered hillside,
the sharp tang of metal and the sting of salt air lay
over a field of blood-red poppies, no Flanders Field.

At years fall, fields of rape roll like waves,
in the harshness of winter-sleet, stray boulders bow,
like the backs of mothers, and daughters...

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Upon the wind sheltered hillside,
the sharp tang of metal and the sting of salt air lay
over a field of blood-red poppies, no Flanders Field.

At years fall, fields of rape roll like waves,
in the harshness of winter-sleet, stray boulders bow,
like the backs of mothers, and daughters...

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The Sowing


Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches 
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field

A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The...

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Thoughts hither, slither like a snake,
          Thru fetid weeds to reach your lips,
               From there, that poison aptly drips,
   ...

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Soaring through the sky above
Sowing God's Precious Love 
With Golden Wings 
Angels... Fly
Precious Love is given
From deeep inside

Far and Wide
Hearts within Souls
Comes' Alive.. Everywhere
Beholding Tender-love 
Treasures on High

Glorious Divine Love
Embedded within hearts
Priceless and Divine
Jesus "Christ
Our Savior
Yours and Mine

God is.. 
SOooo... Divine
Come quickly 
Be saved.. Born-again
While...

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 He sowed his wild muscadines
They grew wild and free
Soon returned to haunt him
When he was thirty-three


Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap....

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Each year, in spring, I remember days of the past
When we started our family, how we made it last

Looking through the window, out across the fields
Wondering if rains will  come, to increase my yield

We plan for our baby and needs for the coming fall
To...

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Kindness and love 
flows freely from your joyous being,
Radiating with a luminescence 
bright and pleasing upon my soul

Chasing away the ebbing darkness 
that threatens to engulf me
And denies the seed of my salvation to grow

Cascading words of joy and rapture 
Pour from your lips like...

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Sowing-and-reaping’s rule is pure,
Whatever you give you’ll procure,
When you sow evil, it comes back in folds to you,
And if it’s good, you’ll have it in multiples too,
Each time you give a soul hope,
It appears when you’re on the ropes,
And when you pull a folk down,
You’ll...

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does a church bell still toll upon your soul
in death your need to succeed impede greed
has shame found your name through the pain i bleed
as you watch the heart you stole become whole
the seed you sown now grown ink her mind's screed

can you feel the...

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Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches 
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field

A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The scars...

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Absolute silence pervades - 
matching your face with the rain clouds

With a deafening roar the clouds burst 
and your emotions

The farmer soul springs in joy,
" At last, the sowing season has come"

(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)

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With the belief that “I reap what I sow” in every situation
What matters most is my pure heart and honest intention…
Am I motivated by God’s love or by personal ambition?
May I find myself pleasing Him with my earnest dedication.

Knowing that I reap what I have...

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Sweet smiles are intriquing 
and infectious,
strangers and folks catch it 
freely like a flu.
Some simple things makes 
our life worthwhile,
such as the sparkles and 
warmth of a smile.

When we sow sincere 
smiles, we harvest hope.
Smiles from a faithful friend 
is like Sunshine,
it brightens our day...

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Dee saw a seed and planted it in the garden over yonder.
The next day dawn dewed  on its nectar with sweet delight. 
She was sitting next to the kayak and began to ponder,
“is it I? It is I who took the lid off a...

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