Best Wheat Field Poems

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...

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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...

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There are fields of gold
In which wheat is found produced
Walking you find the new crop
Deep yellow throughout
Field has food that creates bread
Enhanced rows of pure...

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Through the water they glide, 
an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish 
on their migratory run, 
obeying a call immemorial, 
a mystery of aquatic...

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The Damnable Sin of Self-righteousness.
All of our leaders have their different views of human rights.

Our leader has repeatedly resisted calls to assume the moral leadership...

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Young girls’ bright eyes widened
Behold our wild wheat field
Playground for imaginative innocents

Gracefully swaying amber stalks
Feathered with grain centers
Ostrich plumes reaching for azure sky

Such was the...

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Meeting Van Gogh…sonnet 
the wheat-field, blond as a Volga German milk maid, heat 
intense and in the shade of a demanding olive tree I saw...

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Citron yellow-
                  prussian blue
brings day and night 
...

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I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages,
As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous.

I enjoyed doing practical...

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big blue moon
shines across wheat field
crickets chirp...

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Summer lady 

In her blue cotton dress 

Walking down the street 

Her red hair shines in soft evening ray 

Like copper ribbon in gentle breeze...

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That day in the October sun
The British they marched along
Across Mater Barber’s wheat field
A force in red, quite strong.
The drummer drummed, fifers they played
We heard...

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Short fun haiku 

God didn`t like snakes 
 So he told lies about me
Man loath and fears me  

I`m a crippled tree
In the middle...

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migration stop
wheat field on the flyway
flock of geese rest...

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The country road split the wheat field in half
A murder of crows seemed to prefer the right
Hope they leave some to winnow from the chaff
Crows...

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