Best Wheat Poems

A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
   and I am grateful.

An officer of the law taps...

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Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the soul   each step
a slow exhalation   a...

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Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds

Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her...

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a saraband

Your tirade comes, it doth commence,
a hundred miles away I sense
your raging, whiny voice so tense.
In restful tones, my evening sigh
doth thank these stars, you’re in L.A.
I shirk my duties ever nigh
and thoughts engage where'er they may.

As I recline, dark quickly falls
and in my dreams, I snub your calls.
Yet when I wake, receding walls
resound...

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effervescent swirling clouds
in turquoise summer skies
float like flocks of fair sheeps
in far away exuberant fields

beneath are cyclopean cypresses
touching celestial bosom
in deep periwinkle and corn flower
whilst  wheat fields
are golden fleece
waltzing with the west wind

oh, how can I forget 
the paradisiacal poppies
sitting placidly along the wayside 
like your eyes glisten
in your pensive mood
unaware of my presence


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Divinely composed,
Conducted by the soft breeze:
Orchestra of grains....

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First Placing : Poetry Marathon 2025
Sponsor: Mark Toney

 
{ FREEDOM  “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky...

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You are under attack, whether you know it or not
Knowing all you lack, wanting the rest of you to rot
Everywhere you look and in everything you turn to
He is a crook, not about to say he's going to rob you

He is in your own home if you have never told him to leave
There's no place...

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KANSAS WHEAT FARMERS
The sky so still, one summer's afternoon,
as golden seas of wheat filled up the eye,
this was our dream, and harvest time was soon
but then the dark came to a troubled sky.

The clouds rolled in, and thunder filled the air
as winds blowed in the scent of coming rain
whipping our sea of gold from here...

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Golden wheat planted 
amongst lowly grasses
Must learn to withstand 
life's stormy weather




(c) Copyright Christine Kysely

(May 13th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)...

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To sing a song charming and sweet
what I need is handful of wheat,
guess who am I
love that blue sky
not in the Twitter still can tweet!



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Placement:9th; (October 2011)

Contest:Cereal Limerick

Sponsor:Irma Linda...

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The blinking downing sun of August
adorns the very tall stalks of wheat
with his last golden warm sunrays...
as the green kernels bend on stems.

The grasshoppers rest on soft leaves,
awaiting more wafts of cooler breezes;
black ants carry wicks in small droves,
until they reach the fragrant groves.

It's two months before harvest time,
the eyes of the farmer show no...

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Running fingertips
through tall sharp wheat, at peace alone
here, life's my indulgence.
01/02/15...

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In fields of golden crisp wheat I run.

I go there each and every morning to draw closer to my Lord.

To feel the husks ever so soft rubbing up against my skin I run.

Gleefully I run as a happy young colt set free from her stable.

Galloping through hundreds of rows of silken wheat.

And I spin around...

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The first person who grew wheat
would have been called “wheat”
and hence the local chieftain and village folks
would have given a nomenclature
to his discovery,
honoring it with his name
it would have been his name
or something rhyming with it
like “cheat”, “heat” or “eat”
or perhaps “treat”
there was probably someone called “gehu”
in India, who grew this grain
and there is a...

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